Semua Bab Love Spell: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Patrick:A message arrives on my cell phone. It's from Kira."Open the door honey, I came with some friends."I frown. Is she drunk again? I dial her cell number twice and It says it´s off or out of the service area.I walk in through the kitchen door. I'm distracted, looking at the screen of my cell phone. I look up into the kitchen and stop dead.Miss Bruzain is finally awake. After the...ritual two days ago, my Lord feared that we had overloaded her mind and that the girl had permanently lost consciousness. She remained sound asleep for two days. My Lord became hysterical for fear that she would never awake.In addition, my quite active participation in the summoning ritual has generated an evident discomfort between us.I glance at my lord's back, straighten up and smile politelly at the witch.—Miss Bruzain.- I greet respectfully.She rolls her eyes, turning her back on me.Someone knocks on the Villa´s door and my Lord tenses up immediately.Something doesn't smell right... I ma

72 house earlier:Alex:— You are before me once more Macedonian. Why have you summoned me? - The Sorceress demands, two voices seem to come out of her mouth forming her every word.— Ma'am. - I whisper lowering my head before her.She laugh, it’s not a happy laugh but a cold, cynical-sounding one.I raise my face to her and my little witch’s sweet little face has been replaced by a mask of mockery and evil I never thought I would see.— So... you've finally understood.- She widens her strange purplish eyes and shows me her teeth in the most horrible imitation of a smile.— I’m tired, ma'am. I have made you come because I am finally ready.Her expression changes and becomes serious, she straightens up to her body's full height and looks around, taking in her soundings.— You are really conceited, Alexandros. You have brought me back... yes, but that doesn't mean I'm going to help you.— Madam, please. - I moan in distress, prostrating my face on the ground.My face touches the earth,

Patrick:I breathe a sigh of relief to see that Kira is okay, they both are. I scoop her up in my arms, thanking the witch for keeping her safe. We've locked the heads of Jeanne's "friends" in one room on the second floor and the bodies in another on the third, that will hold them until Sir Henry and his men arrive.I head towards one of the servants' quarters on the first floor, taking my girl with me.My girl...hmm, I don't know. We had broken up, I had decided to stay away from her and leave her alone so that she could resume her life however, very recent events have sent everything to hell. Now she's unconscious but as soon as she wakes up I'll have to give her a few explanations.Her pulse is rhythmic, her beats strong. It doesn't look like they drank from her, though her neck is bruised, her cheek is reddish, and her lip is still bleeding, I can't smell any scent on her other than the sweet, cloying scent of Jeanne, so I breathe a sigh of relief. Everything seems to indicate tha

Patrick:—Come on, take the pill.- I insist.—You swore you'd give me explanations.- I demand between clenched teeth.—And I wish I could, but I can't right now. I have other things to take care of.She puts the pill in her mouth getting it down with a couple of sips of water. I see she’s taken a bath and changed her clothes. She is slightly calmer but the bruises around her neck have turned purple, also her cheek looks better but remains slightly red.—When will I be able to return home?- she insists, impertinently .—Tomorrow, I'll take you back myself.—Good.She curls up on the pillows, closing her eyes. I know she isn’t asleep, but the sleeping pill will kick in soon. I leave her room, heading down the stairs. The witch has lit candles everywhere, truth is, they give this situation a macabre aspect.—How is she?- Miss Bruzain asks and I know she’s asking after Kira.—She took a sleeping pill, she’s fell asleep. She's still in a bit of shock, and she has a few bruises that will ta

Kira: My phone rings instantly. Its him! My hands shake but I pick up. —How do you know?-He shoots right away. Wow, not even a "Hello Kira" or a "How are you Kira?" He went straight to the point. —I found her on social networks, she posted a photo two weeks ago of the waves breaking against the boardwalk of her city, in addition the profile had her photo and her personal information. — Are you sure it was her who posted that photo? —Yes. When I did her hair treatment we talked for a while and she told me that that was one of her hobbies, to go watch the waves at that place. —Okay.-he hangs up. I groan, frowning at the screen of my cell phone. There was no "Thank you Kira" nor "I miss you, Kira." Theos! What an infuriating man! Patrick: —Your informant is correct, my Lord. The girl is here in Havana and in one piece. Her co-workers believe that she spent two months working in a private clinic in Greece thanks to a contract. However, her neighbors say that she was kidnapped s