All Chapters of The Warlock's Wrath: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

We all stayed in our wing of the castle that night, with Bridget getting her own room. I gave her a set of my pajamas, just in case he appears in her room in the middle of the night. They have my scent on them as I had held them against my neck. I wanted to make sure she would definitely be mistaken for me. She recognized the reason for this right away and chuckled, “You may not have any scent left by the time we get him.” I laughed, “I doubt that.” We said goodnight and I went to bed. After a night full of nightmares, night terrors, and sitting up against my headboard, rocking myself while hugging my pillow. I finally decided to get out of bed and get a cup of coffee. Leaving the lights off in the living room, I sat in the chaise lounge next to the window and stared outside with my cup in hand. I was trying to get my head straight before everyone got up for the day. I was able to sit there and get two cups of coffee in my system before mom got out of bed. She filled a cup with coffee

Later that night we were all sitting in the living room, joking around when Bridget’s phone dinged. I looked at her and she stiffened, “That’s my ‘Adele’ phone.” She unlocked the screen and gasped as she handed it to Micah. Micah’s face turned bright red and his jaw clenched as he handed it to dad. Dad looked at it and growled, “Boys, Bridget, let’s get to the conference room.” I stood up and dad growled, “I don’t want you in there yet, sweetie. I know you want to know what’s going on and we will tell you. Just not right this moment. We need to work through the anger first. We can’t add your emotions to the already volatile mix right now.” I nodded, “Okay, dad. I trust you guys.” I moved to sit next to mom and put my head on her shoulder, “When is it going to end?” She sighed, “Trust me, baby girl, they’re working on trying to end it as quickly as they can. I’m starting to think we need to call in the alliance. I keep getting a feeling that all of this is just a distraction for somethi

I sat in on their planning meeting, answering any questions that I might be able to answer, but mainly just trying to stay in the same room as Bridget to confuse any dark warlocks that may be lurking around. I was listening to their planning and I finally stood up, “Don’t you think the first thing to do would be to interrogate the dark warlocks that the warriors took to the dungeons this morning?” Queen Eden dropped the pencil she was holding, “Did I miss the part where someone told us about this? I may be an angel, but I’m not above saying you guys seriously screwed up. Of course, we should start there. Thank you, Princess Adele, for suggesting that.” I shrugged, “I just figured that would be the best starting point.” We stood up and held hands while we were all teleported to the castle. Dad, my brothers and the alliance members went to the dungeons while Bridget, mom and I sat in our wing of the castle. I sat back on the couch and mom laughed, “You do know your dad is embarrassed, r

Adele POV Oh, my goddess! King Uther is gone because of me. That is the only thought that keeps running through my head. Their whole plan goes in one ear and out the other for me because I feel responsible. It’s bad enough I got Gabe killed while he was trying to help me, but now I have King Uther’s death on my conscience. I don’t know how I will ever be able to live with myself. Everyone has told me it’s not my fault and Princess Chloe has told me they don’t hold me responsible, but if it weren’t for me, the dark warlocks wouldn’t have been anywhere near him. Nobody can convince me otherwise. I just wanted to go hide in my room and contemplate my existence on this earth. I had just lifted myself out of the black abyss that I knew I was headed into when the doorbell rang again. I walked to the door and opened it, finding Carrie standing there. She asked, “How are you, hon? I hear you are having a difficult time. I came out to see if you want to talk about it.” I sighed, “Let me guess

Bridget and I started macerating our berries, then I asked, “How are you with peeling onions?” She responded with a raised eyebrow, “I burn frozen pizza.” That made me laugh out loud and mom asked, “What’s so funny?” I laughed, “I’m trying to teach Bridget how to cook. When I asked her how she is with peeling onions, she told me she burns frozen pizza.” Mom laughed as she put a comforting hand on Bridget’s shoulder, “It’s okay, sweetie. We all have to start somewhere. She’s been cooking since she was tall enough to stand on a stool to see what is in a pot. She’s been baking even longer.” I smiled, “We are making a beef roast for supper tonight.” Mom smiled, “Sounds amazing.” Then she looked into the bowls with the macerating fruit, “Let me guess… Blackberry muffins and blueberry cobbler.” I nodded and laughed while mom explained, “She hates blueberries, so she puts them in things she won’t want to eat.” Bridget laughed as mom walked away. I took a knife and an onion and got Bridget’s a