And I saved Max’s life.
Epilogue
I was back with the witches, staring at the set of keys in my lap. They were Dimitri’s keys, and they’d survived the block-out spell that had been cast on Max.
And so had Max. He was recovering under Sarah and Bridgette’s care. Given a few hours of magical rehab, and he’d be back on his feet, apparently. Though I doubted he’d be able to remember a thing considering the amount of magic he’d used.
Which just left me alone in the lounge, staring at these keys and wondering what the hell would happen next.
According to Bridgette, Max had made light work of Dimitri. Fairies, apparently, had different powers. While Max’s power manifested as those blue flames, Dimitri could split himself up like a reflection from a shattered mirror.
I pulled the keys up and let my fingers trail through them. I listened to the jangling sound, willing it to distract me, but I would not be distracted.
My mind was a wild race of thoughts, a mess of fractured memories.
And it kept ticking back to the past – to the Max who’d cursed me with his carved-up palm.
I ran my fingers through the keys once more.
A part of my mind told me I should be happy – Fagan was dead, the heart murders were solved, and I’d saved myself.
But the questions remained. They mounted over me, climbing my body with oppressive weight like those metal boxes from that magical grenade.
I brought up a hand and rested it lightly on my throat.
This wasn’t the end. It was just a rather protracted beginning. I still didn’t know who the Lonely King was, yet I doubted he’d give up. Fagan had called him the kingpin of Bane City, and that kingpin would be back.
Heck, I still hadn’t even figured out why Fagan had been murdering at 7:07 on the dot, every day.
There were just so many frigging questions.
With the keys in my hand, I slapped my palm against my face, the keys banging against my nose and cheeks.
The Lonely King was one thing – a frigging awful, devastating thing. Max was another.
I could write a book with the questions I had about him. How had he known Dimitri, and how had Dimitri helped him out?
And, most importantly, what the hell was he?
When Max had told me that Mary McLane had sinned in the past and been cursed for that sin, he’d failed to mention that he – or someone who looked identical to him – had done the cursing.
And hey, while I was on the topic – what the heck was I? Max had told me that my powers as a seer wouldn’t be the same as my grandma’s. As I grew, I would develop abilities unique to me. Was traveling to the past one of those? Because that vision of Max the Highlander had been way more than a dream – I’d been there, interacting with him. I also hadn’t been transported into the mind of Mary McLane – I’d been in my own body and my own torn jeans.
I pulled the keys off my face and stared at them. The lights above were strong, and they made each key glimmer.
One last time, I let my fingers shift through them.
Then?
I moved.
I pushed up from the couch and walked out of the room.
There were too many questions, so it was time to find some answers.
The end of A Lying Witch Book Two. A Lying Witch Book Three is currently available.
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