It's silent for a moment. The only sound is her breathing. "I'm so sorry about that, honey. We really let you down."
Yeah, I'm not ready for this again and even though I'm feeling better, I still need rest. Emotional fatigue is not on the plate for the day. "We've been through this. Let's just focus on today and tomorrow. We can't change the past."
"I know...."
I can't do this right now. "Hey, mom. I hate to do this, but I've got to go. There is something I need to do, but I'll either call you or come by soon. Okay?"
"Of course. Just be careful, okay?" It sounds as if she wants to say more but she doesn't.
"Yeah, I always do. Tell Dad hi for me, please? Talk soon." I press the red hang up button before she can say anymore. I hate to be a jerk, but I can worry about that later.
The bed is calling my name, so I head back over and lay down. It's the first time I've gotten to replay the entire events of Hell in my mind without interruption. We're going to have to get back down there and be able to fight our way through, and, on top of that, I'm going to need to be able to locate the flame. How are we going to make sure we can manage both of those things?
It's so flustering, because I never seem to have any answers. And I'm not sure where to find them, or even who to talk to. My powers are getting wonky, and it doesn't seem like there is anyone who can give me guidance on that. I don't know where to even start.
My power thrums inside of me, and my eyes begin to get heavy. Maybe I need a true day off just to recharge in all ways. I grab the remote off the end table and turn on the tv. Hell, I can't even remember the last time I watched anything.
A movie sounds nice and just the thing I need. I hit Netflix and the app begins downloading.
As I wait, there is a loud knock on the door. Who the hell can it be? First off Charlie is at work and my parents are at their house, so I have no clue. It must be one of the neighbors needing me or someone at the wrong apartment.
I drag myself out of bed and swing the door open. I stumble back when the person comes in full view. Long silver hair and piercing green eyes. I know her.
She places a hand on her hip causing her blue dress to rise a little bit above her knees. She lifts her chin at me and quirks an eyebrow. "Well, hello, Christina."
Shit. It's the witch from the storefront. I hadn't seen her since that day she attacked me in my room for not saving her sister. My heart drops. This can't be a good thing.
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My first instinct is to shut the door in her face, but that would be stupid. She's a freaking witch. She can open it. Hell, she didn't even have to knock. So, I'm just going to own this. "I'm assuming you're here for a reason like last time?"
She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. "Don't be so dramatic. I'm not here to harm you."
Wow, she's annoyed I think she could be here with malicious intent. Really? "Well, last time you were trying to kill me you know."
"Well, now I'm not. I'm here to help you." She flips her long silver hair over her arm and smiles.
Wait. Did she say help me? Something is off here. That makes no sense. I refused to help her sister, so this makes no sense. "I'm sorry, but I think I'll pass." I turn to shut the door, but something catches it. I look at the door and there isn't anything there. The freaking witch is using her magic.
"Fine, help is the wrong word." She huffs and takes a step back. "I'm here to warn you about something."
Now, that's a little more believable, but I still have my reservations. "Why would you do that? I've got to say, I don't think I'm your favorite person."
"You're right." She straightens her shoulders and stares me straight in the eye. "But I like the demon even less than you. So, by helping you, I'll be hindering him."
Now that sounds plausible. This is a conversation we probably don't want to have right out here where people can overhear, so I hold the door open. "Do you want to come in for a minute?"
"It's probably for the best." She walks past me, causing a floral breeze to hit me and into my home. She glances around and crinkles her nose. "Wow. This is really quaint."
What a freaking jerk. Yes, my apartment is small, but it's big enough for me. If she has a problem with it, she can leave. I don't want to get in the middle of whatever she and Damien have going on anyways. "Can we just cut to the chase?"
She turns her light green eyes on me and tilts her head. "Wow, you're not the timid girl I quite remember. Has it really only been over a month since the last time I saw you?"
"Nope, that's about right." It does seem longer, but not long at all. It's just the sheer amount of shit that's happened. "Just a lot has happened, and it can change a person and fast."
"Like absorbing two old, important elemental artifacts?" She raises an eyebrow and grins.
Dammit, once again, she knows more than I'm comfortable with. How does
