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WillowMy eyes open with a start.How long have I been unconscious? It must have been a while. The dinner table has been cleared. The furniture has been moved, making the room feel empty and intimidating. Is my dad here?I look around the room. The only thing I can see are Horace’s men, scattered around the room. They fill up every inch of space. There’s got to be at least thirty of them. War. A fight is going to break out when my dad gets here. This is Horace’s way of preparing for it. Because just like me, he already knows that my dad won’t let us die without putting up a fight. I’m his only daughter and he’ll do everything he can to get me to safety. At this point, he’s got nothing to lose. “Hello princess.” Horace comes into my view. I see he’s changed out of his suit. Right now, he’s wearing a black blazer over a turtle neck vest. Just like him, everyone else is in black. “Don’t call me that,” I hiss. “You have no right to say anything to me. You’re going to kill me anywa

WillowHorace instructs his guards to put shackles on my dad’s wrists. The next order of business is to get him secured to a chair with spiked chains. But Cary doesn’t go along with the second order of business. “Hold on,” he growls, eyes furious. “The reason why I came here is because you promised to exchange my surrender for my daughter’s freedom.”“And I will.” Horace smirks. “I just need to make sure that you won’t try to get the best of me once she’s free.”“I won’t. I’m here just like I said I would. Besides, we’re outbumbered. What could I possibly do?”“That’s what I’ve been asking myself.” His eyes flash. “What would a selfish piece of shit like yourself actually show up here without re-inforcement? Is the great Cary Thompson really going to die by my hands tonight? And so, I had another thought. You aren’t planning to die at all. You must have something up your sleeve. But what?”“We had a deal Horace. Let my daughter go.”Horace stares at the other chair; the one that’s m

VioletWillow is okay. She’s back home.The plan that I had been kept away from, was a success.No one died—not even Cary Thompson, who we all thought was going out on a suicide mission.It’s well past midnight. The witches’ network has just succeeded in lifting essence prints off the tenant document.It’s not even the original physical copy. It’s a soft copy. I don’t know how the witchy network managed it but they’ve been able to lift the previous owners’ prints. They run it through a mental link, the coven working simultaneously to validate the information.The head witch, Lyra does a spell and a wad of light fills the protocol room. We’re not the only ones on site. There are guards stationed around; officials who work closely with Cary Thompson.Everyone has been on high alert, surviving on coffee and cold sandwiches.The wad of light bursts into the air. The particles rearrangement themselves, assuming the features of two young men.My breath hitches as I come face to face with hi

AidenI’ve been so pre-occupied with Willow’s rescue, I haven’t been able to think about the second phase of the succession. It’s only a couple of days away and yet, I’ve missed so many prep hours with Scott. Mother has been calling non-stop, since the early hours of the morning.Now that Willow is home safe, everything I had put on hold is coming back, full force, to bite me in the ass.“We have to meet up for practice today,” Scott says, once pleasantries are out of the way. “I’m glad that miss Thompson is okay, but it’s time for you to get back on track with what’s important.”What’s important? Funny how he says that, when all that matters to me is right here at the Thompson manor.“Aiden? Are you listening to me?”“I still have some things to take care of at the Thompson manor,” I tell him, leaving no room for argument. “Let’s see how it goes. If everything goes according to plan, I could make time for practice, say around 4pm?”“Your mother is not going to like that,” Scott exha

WillowI’m trying to put on a brave face for everyone else’s benefit but deep down inside, I wish everyone would just stop talking about this.I’m back home now. I want to go back up to my room and hide underneath my covers. I do not want to have to answer one more question about how I’m feeling. I definitely do not need to keep bearing the weight of Aiden’s eyes resting on my face.He’s so obvious. Where was this attention when I needed it?Where was his devotion when I was waiting by the phone, hoping that he would call me?I don’t know which is more insulting—his surprise about the breakup or the fact that he never imagined that I’d want to end things between us. His fragile ego must be bruised.I tune out of the discussions around the table. One thing I do catch is my family’s unanimous decision to have my things moved back into the manor. Not that I mind. I can’t imagine living in that huge condo. Alone. With no family around.What if I have more nightmares? What if someone manage