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In the 10 minutes of time that we had between Nissa going with one of the guards to get us food and her return, I told Iris the real plan. We would be breaking out at the feeding that was closest to 12:30. That was set for 11:00, but the guard doesn’t seem to be following as strict a time schedule as Nissa had been. It could be anytime between 11:00 and 11:30, the guard only coming in when she started to hear Summer squalling. That meant that I had to hurry up and shower while my breasts leaked because I was hearing Summer cry for milk. It was…unpleasant to say the least. The let-down reflex is no joke. We had figured out a way to trick this guard into allowing me to wear leggings. We told her that they had waited too long to spring me and I had wet myself. She had allowed Nissa to get a pair of her pants for me. The bonus there is that Nissa is taller than me, so her leggings folded around my ankles where the silver cuff sat. It provided even more protection for me. The w
I can feel someone trying to get in touch with me through the coin, but I don’t let them through. There’s too much to do as we prepare for the Crone coven to arrive. We all know what’s going to happen. They will all die. But we’ve gotta make sure that we put on a good enough show. And we’ve gotta prepare for the disposal. Luckily, we’re right next to the levy. Won’t be hard to get rid of the bodies. New Orleans is a wealth of Cajun, Voodoo, Southern, and Native American lore and creatures. So many things that go bump in the night and will be greatly appreciative of an offering. So appreciative that they may help us with dispatching these pesky mutts in Texas. They don’t need to know that we’re coming for them later. No. We’ll keep that as a surprise for when the Red One arrives here. I’m busily ordering acolytes and warriors around to set things up for the Crones, but also for the creatures that will come after for the cleanup. The rougarou. Madame Marie Delphine LaL
We arrive at the closed down restaurant at about 9:00. We actually have to set up phone calls between us and Texas. Mike, Seth, and Corinda give us updates every 30 minutes about who’s going in and out of the warehouse and any activity outside. There appear to be several entities that have come out of the canal. On the camera, it is obvious that they aren’t human, but the people around them don’t seem to be reacting. The witch, Daisy, that is with them says that the entities are using glamor. It works on the humans, but anyone looking through technology's lens (nice pun) will see the entity for what they truly look like.Apparently, what they are seeing is the stuff of nightmares. I have never heard Mike not have his signature snark. The fact that he sounds shook is what scares me the most. What the fuck is going on in this town?From what they are saying, these…beings…are circling the warehouse, coming close and walking back. A beast that they say looks eerily similar to a
THIS FUCKING STUPID COIN! We can’t get the damn thing to work! Nissa had warned us that the underground dungeon was a moving maze and that the coin would help you navigate through it. But we can’t figure out how to make it work. We’ve been down here for nearly an hour at this point, just wandering around and trying to avoid the Riding Hoods. That was a lot easier during the first 15 minutes. After that, I think that they discovered that we were missing and hiding was harder. It isn’t helping that the wolfsbane is still coursing through my system, making every step, every movement excruciatingly painful. At first, I tried to encase us in one of my forcefields, but it took too much energy. I had to stop and rest in an out-of-the-way room for about 10 minutes before I had the strength to start moving again. We were like sitting ducks the entire time. I couldn’t afford to do that again. We had to get out of here and fast. I’ve been mindlinking with Brandon and Zak throughou
Charlie can’t get the damn coin to work. Fucking hell! How are we supposed to guide her out if she can’t get to the main route? Brandon and I are in a near panic. She’s in worse shape now than if she had stayed in the cell. At least there, we would know where to find her and there wouldn’t be Riding Hoods around every corner that could hurt her. And with the ever changing layout of the warehouse, she could easily get lost down there and head directly into danger. The constant thought that the pup might wake up and start crying, giving away their location is eating me up inside. Or Iris going stock still and not being able to respond to Charlie. Or Charlie being too weak to fight off any witches that they might come across. I’m scared as hell and I can feel the panic that Brandon is radiating too. We’re trying to hide it from Charlie through the link, but I’m not sure how successful we are. Each turn that she seems to take her further from the route that she needs to get to.
I don’t know what gave me the idea of the salt trail. Honestly, I haven’t been able to think of much since I’ve been here. The thought of us being so close to freedom seems unreal. I never thought that I would escape the Riding Hoods alive. It makes the frustration that Charlie is feeling about us going around in circles barely register to me. I’m still finding it hard to believe that we’re going to get out of here. But the salt sparks a memory of my favorite childhood fairytale. My mother hated it, the way that the witch was portrayed, but I loved the thought of children being able to outsmart an adult like that. I have read every version that I could find of the story and acted it out with my toys all the time. I even made Mom, Dad, and Bella call me Gretel for about a year. So, I really shouldn’t be surprised that my old favorite story came to me in a time of need. The whole scenario was made better by the fact that Charlie called me Gretel. I feel like I’m getting some
Zak and Brandon push through the door, Brandon almost immediately shoving Zak to the floor as a ball of lightning rushes through the air toward them. It slams into the door, just above their heads before Gregory vaults over them, a shield of the same crackling energy covering us as we begin to move through the doorway. Gregory’s ability to mimic Morgana’s powers surprise her, giving Jamal the time to walk into the room after his mate. His power fills the room, nullifying all the goddess gifts of those within 100 feet (we checked). That includes all the witches’ powers. The only ones that won’t be affected by Jamal’s power are Arya and me. Our gifts aren’t Goddess-given, but Goddess-like. He can’t take away what is part of the Goddess. The look on Morgana’s face as she drops like a fucking stone is almost enough to make me smile. Her scream echoes through the stairwell, the resounding thud as she lands and the breath whooshes out of her is quite satisfying. Unfortunately for
So many emotions. Thank the Goddess on High that I’ve been training how to empty myself of other people’s feelings. If not, I would be drowning in these feelings and rocking in the corner with my thumb in my mouth. Despair. Pain. Rage. Dread. Determination. All of them flood over me like a tidal wave. Using the imagery that Meredith taught me, I let the feelings wash over my body and flow back out, like a wave on the beach. I have to keep my head on straight throughout all of this. I’m obviously going to need to help my friends deal with their pain at the loss of their mate, putting their pain to the back of their minds, cooling their anger to rational levels, calming their desperation so that they can focus on the task at hand. And get out of here alive and back to their pups. Right now, I know it’s not what they want, but it’s what they need. I can feel Dev’s pain, too. It’s nearly as deep as the pain that Zak and Brandon feel. Understandably so. Charlie was like a