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A giggle slipped past her lips. “Why?”
“Because you, will be their salvation.”
“Cool. Y’all can get up now.” She than raised a brow at me. “Now, who the hell is getting married?”
Mickle stood. “That would be Cash and you.”
I held my breath wondering if she would start screaming in hysterics and was relieved when she didn’t.
I looked at her, to see her staring at me.
“And you’re okay with that?” she asked.
Okay with that? Hell, that’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past ten years. I nod without saying a word.
“It’s in the prophesy. That the chosen one shall marry the first-born male witch. Not one that claims to be a witch but one of pure blood, who was born with magic flowing through his veins,” Mickle said.
“And who predicted this?” Cassidy asked.
“No one.” Mickle turned and started heading towards the path. “Well, that’s not true. It was in Lilith’s book of spells. You see, there is no ‘spell’ that can alter it, only events. However, I was the one who made sure they happened.”
We all started following him through the underbrush, when I said, “Before Lilith cast the spell on Mickle, he too was a witch that set the wheels in motion for what is happening right now.”
She gasped and looked at Mickle’s back. “You altered the future? You can’t do that!”
“I didn’t alter it. I guided it. Why do you think she wanted to live forever? Because she was a wicked woman that wanted to control the world!”
“And she still will if you choose not to help us,” Jake said, pulling up the rear.
“I find that highly unlikely,” Cassidy snorted. “She’s been dead for what, 500 years?”
“Don’t you get it Cassidy?” Peter asked as we came to a clearing. “Lilith will become you. She’ll use your body as a vessel to carry out what she wanted to all those years ago.”
Cassidy stopped dead in her tracks so fast that I bumped into her. Catching her in my arms, I looked down at her and saw terror in her eyes. “Is what he said true?”
I nodded. “I’m afraid so. Look, we are here.”
I knew she was too afraid to look, especially when she dug her nails in my forearms.
In a hushed whisper, she asked, “Where is here?”
“Your ancestral home. Lilith’s castle.”
