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I perked up a little. “Are you saying this is doable? That you know someone who can do this?”
“We’ll see.” She picked up her cell phone from under the counter and pressed a couple of buttons. “Hello, child,” she said to the phone after someone picked up. “I was wondering if we could meet this evening. Either here or at the Light Castle.” She paused as the person on the other side spoke. “No, nothing urgent, but my guest might not want to wait too long.” Another pause. “All right, my child. We’ll be here.” She put down the phone.
“What just happened?” I asked.
Khalisa smiled at me. “The dark witch is coming.”
* * *
The dark witch wasn’t coming for a while. I went for a walk around the French Quarter and bought some beignets. It was impossible to come here and not eat some.
I hadn’t been to New Orleans a lot, but each time I came, I had been shocked by how many supernaturals roamed around the French Quarter as if they were humans—and I couldn’t even sense them all.
Supposedly, the supernatural community in the entire world was negligible compared to humans, but in places like this, I wondered if that was really true.
When I went back to the Midnight Cauldron, I helped Khalisa sort some inventory. Boxes of fake voodoo dolls, bead bracelets, and skeleton keychains had arrived and they needed to be entered in the ledger. I told the witchdoctor about using a computer and software and internet for this, and she dismissed me.
“I’m old, child, older than you think,” she said. “I’ll die doing things the old way.”
Thankfully, it worked. As I busied myself, the time passed.
And then at closing time, a young woman and a man entered the shop.
“There you are,” Khalisa said to them. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too,” the young woman said.
Khalisa locked the front door and flipped the open sign to closed, then gestured to me. “This is Ariella, a fallen angel.” I winced at the introduction. “Ariella, this is Hazel, Queen of the Lightgrove Coven, and Sean, the Head of the Light Order.”
My eyes widened. Oh, I had heard of them. Apparently, Hazel had become queen in December, and some of my friends had attended the coronation.
Hazel was pretty with blond hair and pink streaks, a few piercings, and blue eyes. She wore a gown that somehow mixed the old and new styles and looked amazing on her. Beside her, Sean was handsome with chestnut brown hair and blue eyes. He looked regal in a white leather uniform and a sword at his waist.
“Nice to meet you, Queen Hazel. Sean.” I didn’t know if I should bow or what.
Hazel offered me a smile. “Hazel is fine. Now, tell me, you needed my help. With what?”
I told her what I had told Khalisa, but I went further this time. “Five years ago, I came to Earth for a mission with my colleagues. A higher demon called Molraz ambushed us. He killed everyone, and he would have killed me, but I was able to escape, though not before he destroyed my sword and ripped my wings off.” I could still feel that horrible pain and agony. I thought I would die right then. “I want to find the demon and my wings.”
Sean frowned. “To get revenge?”
“I want my wings back. Without them, I can’t go back to Elysium.”
“Can’t you contact them at least?” Hazel asked.
I shook my head. “I’ve lost my magic.”
Hazel’s eyes widened. “What?”
“When I was helping the Nightshade pack defeat Paimon, he stole my magic.”
“You’re going to ask Leviathan to grant your magic back?” Sean asked.
I shook my head. “He said he can’t grant that, but he can find my wings. And that’s better than nothing.”
“Right.” Hazel nodded. “Once you have your wings, you can go back to Elysium. There, you can explain what happened and they will know how to restore your magic?”
I didn’t think restoring magic was in their know-how.
