Chapter 4
Zoey
Bri walked out of the bathroom in a towel, no steam permeated from the room. I sighed it was another habit of hers that irked me, another seemingly insignificant way for her to keep them alive in her heart. I had learned a lot from those books and from Trent's description of the feel of that bond's presence but I couldn’t break it to her. The Ioa held me back it wasn’t just them though I didn’t want to tell her she didn’t have choices anymore.
“Who is on today’s calendar?” She asked before downing a glass of room-temperature water and her morning dose of Advil. She was losing weight again. I shook my head pulling out the tablet before me
“Priest Osbourne of the west district is on your breakfast agenda,” Brianna rolled her eyes. The idea of pretending to entertain nuptial proposals made her blood boil. She always put them for breakfast and had them turned down by lunch always using the rage she suppressed for the more sinister parts of her job after lunch and before dinner. Just like the day she walked out of the bathroom after the devastation she caused in her room her only words were...
“Help me Zoey, I need to look fit to rule and smite.” The only clothes she had were the dresses my cousin had gifted her in her backpack tucked under the bed. She slipped on the thin teal hemp dress. It was modeled in a greeceian goddess style that had a paneled skirt that made two slits up to the tops of her tan thighs a corded belt at her waist and trailing wisps of fabric hung down her shoulders.
I’d brushed her hair and she had thrown it in a high ponytail flyaway wisps framing her face, and we dug out some bangles and turquoise beaded earrings that were in the bathroom drawers, her figure impossible to miss she looked like a goddess herself as she walked through another large room in the house, one for “court” head high among witches dressed in designer suits and cocktail dresses. Her eyes met no one as some bowed and some stood slack jaw unable to move she had given a long speech about how she didn’t give a shit about the council’s traditions, nor its protocols she was taking the seat due to her by right of her father’s wishes. She would also claim herself as High Preistes of the council and they could dare to take it up with her because she already had a majority vote and right to it after last night’s display.
She had been magnificent, ethereal, and brutal. The girl that had been hiding for so long was now a woman, a tyrant with good reason when needed, and a beacon of change in a world I hadn’t known existed before. She struck down 3 witches that day all cowards with bad records and something to say about The High Preist needed to teach her a lesson as they stood together against her ready to attack. She had smiled cruelly, the dark creature of her being rising.
“Let him try,” she said in bemusement, she silenced 3 in an instant, letting the 4th go as she sat upon the dias’ seat she leaned casually with her chin in her hand whose elbow rested on the arm. She’d crossed her legs her tan leg and snakeskin boots slipping out through the slit. Her other hand fiddled with the crocodile tooth and a pendant hanging from a leather thong looped around her graceful neck as if she hadn’t just unalived 3 witches. The leather necklace had been gift from her men and she only removed it to shower. She wore it everyday mourning their loss, keeping them with her the only way she knew how.
She came out of the closet today in a bohemian wine-red Zinnia floral dress the V of the neckline daringly low, the fit loose the long sleeves in a different black and magnolia pattern. It had been one of many dresses my cousin had designed for her and all Bri sought out to wear. Andrew and Trent had even tried gifting her some “more suitable attire,” but she refused to wear anything that conformed to the masses. Secretly I think she was trying to hide the weight loss under the airy dresses but I hadn’t commented yet. I’d be lucky if she took a few bites of toast with her coffee while she entertained the Western Priest.
Andrew and/or Trent often joined her for breakfast, throwing the day's suitor off realizing other men lived here. I also joined her as her assistant. Keeping her appointments in order and learning everything I could about her world by her side, where I liked to be. She let me wear band tees and jeans and told me we were supposed to be the black sheep. She would give me cliff notes about everyone we’d see while she got ready as she did now. Her notes just proved how unimpressed she was with the Western Priest and that he may not make it past her first cup of coffee.
Andrew and Trent both joined biting their lips ready for the show to start I rolled my eyes at them the door opened and everyone stood but Bri as a tanned blond-haired man stepped through the doorway followed by his assistant. A pretty buxom redhead whose blouse needed to be buttoned a few more times than it was and her skirt was far too short and tight. Oh, this was going to be splendid.
Chapter 5BriI hated entertaining these imbeciles and this one had the audacity to bring his little fuck toy with him. Blatant disrespect. The thing was that these meetings helped me ferret out the good from the bad and while Osbourne wasn’t the type of bad I was worried about I could blackmail and alienate him with the knowledge that transpired here. He at least considered the human witches in his dominion rather than look down at them as many did. He just needed a lesson.“Priestess Le’Blanc, I am honored to be in your presence this morning and I hope we can come to an agreement that unites us as allies through matrimonial bonds.” He said with a bow.“A tall order so early in the day,” I said eyeing the woman who shrunk back a little behind Osboune’s shoulder. “And who is this?”“This is my assistant Miss Schmidt,” He announced.“And what exactly does Miss Schmidt do for you, Mr Osbourne,”“That’s Priest Osbourne,” the woman retorted. I didn’t give her a glance as I said.“No one i
Chapter 6WyattThe days turned into weeks and weeks into months. I walked through our life like a phantom not really living. I missed her. As I stared up at the moon nearly full, it was the one thing that I had that embodied her. Sitting on the porch Boo whined as she placed her head in my lap. The dog always seemed to know who needed her. She kept a constant rotation of sleeping in ours or the boys’ beds. I picked up the bottle of whiskey and took a swig trying to numb the constant ache in my chest. The stars seemed to wink at me overhead and all I could see is her face winking back at some banter she had stirred up.She had left us better off but every time I fed the chickens or ate from the food of her labors I found myself surrounded in her memory. Each day that I had once gladly woke to her beautiful face or the scent of her cooking was now replaced with the struggle to put one foot in front of the other. The boys solemnly managed to hike up their backpacks and head off to schoo
BeauI’d taken up the fighting the day she sent us away. I was angry and stupid, and I was still being stupid months later. Wyatt was right I’d let myself be delusional to think in the end she’d choose us. I hadn’t realized how strong that hope was until she barred us from ever seeking her out. I couldn’t stand being home, surrounded by everything that reminded me of her, so I stayed out late whenever Wyatt was home and when he wasn’t I was an ornery cuss of a person to be around. The boys started avoiding me and I didn’t blame them. Bri was the only one who saw into me, past the cocky beta shit I portrayed to everyone else. She never fell for it and I suppose that's what made me open my heart to her. She genuinely loved me as I did her and since saying goodbye I still felt tied to her, eternally linked and I didn’t know why. I should be a pro at severing ties at this point.Boo leaped up on the bed and laid her head on my chest I stroked the dog and she licked my face as the waxing m
9 months laterBri`Calloused hands slid across my skin, I was impossibly full of them, their love. Open-mouth kisses and unshaven stubble grazed my skin as their energies played a symphony with mine. Waves of ecstasy rose and crashed and rose again. Tongues danced in time as we writhed together in the open air under the bright full moon. Heat burned and sweat beaded everywhere our bodies met and bliss devoured me as the wholeness of it all overtook me, overtook us. My light reached with its hungry tendrils and there was no worry in my mind. They were mine and I was theirs and we were us.Starlight twinkled as my hair was pulled back harshly, lovingly, passionately. Wyatt's lips trailed down my throat as Beau’s tongue invaded my panting mouth. Sensations rippled through my being, the light leaching out of me as theirs sought out mine. My darkness cocooned it coaxing. Releasing that light felt like a harmony in the depths of my soul, it had been shackled, caged, and held prone for far t
Zoey“What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. They would go hours with just the rhythm of the tattoo gun, the only sound between them.“Shut the door, Andy,” Trent said, with more authority than I thought the male had ever used. Bri folded her arms across her middle and watched as Andy cast a spell to ensure our voices didn’t carry beyond the roo
BriThey had effortlessly handed over the trinkets that protected them from other witches meddling. Left themselves vulnerable to the tyrant who was their mistress of dark and light. I picked up the trinkets and closed my palm over them, enforcing the talismans and strengthening their power. Before I offered them back. The men looked at me questioningly.“Don’t lose them, I know I forget to tell you, but I’m thankful for your friendship, I will protect you and yours and I expect the same in return,” I offered. They reached out tentatively as if I would smite them and took the items returning them to their persons.“As you all know I don’t know my origins, I was a foundling. I buried a lot of what I was after my father died. The girl's memories started coming to me the night I was forced to sign the contract. Whenever the anxiety ran too high her memories were my escape. I don't know who she is but I'm tied to her. When the Depression ran too deep, the peace she granted me, stayed my h
WyattThe alarm drew me out of provocative dreams of her. I groaned, clicking the phone off. I could feel the absence of her in my arms and I let out a heavy sigh. Then I remembered what today was. Bastian’s graduation. I pushed the deep longing aside and forced myself out of bed. “Up and at em boys, we have a big day today,” I reached out to the groggy sleepy minds of the boys. As I dressed I heard Beau moving around glad I wouldn’t have to force his ass out of bed. I found him in the kitchen sporting a new black eye and busted lip.“Don’t look at me like that,” Beau said, reaching for the cornflakes.“I suppose you couldn’t pause your quarrelsome thoughts for one night, you knew what today is?” He just shrugged in response.“Today is not about me so who cares, but you should have seen the other guy when I was done with him,” he said dryly. I missed the flirtatious, jubilant Beau but I wasn’t selfish enough to not allow him to grieve in whatever way this was anymore. I didn’t have t
BriHolding the boys to me my facade cracked, and the tears rolled free. I blinked up and found Wyatt and Beau coming towards me. My heart which had been icy in New Orleans warmed thawing simply by their presence. The boys parted and the men and I stared at each other. They were unsure, and so was I. Wyatt broke the silence.“You came for Bastian’s graduation?” his words were careful, testing my intentions.“I was invited and I made a promise I intend to keep,” Bas walked up and hugged me, lifting me off my feet as he spun me around. He crinkled up his nose.“I knew you’d make it, It’s a good thing I conned you into making my favorite dinner cuz they ain’t feeding you right In NOLA,” Bas said as he set me down. I felt Wyatt and Beau’s eyes as if they could see me naked through the dress. The weight loss would be obvious to them, but it would be just another thing for them to fret over later. I just huffed.“And y’all have grown a foot taller since I last saw you,” I said looking over