Devils Roses 04 - Witch

father knew she was alive. He would know he had been betrayed. She couldn’t imagine being a baby smuggled out as a dead infant as her mother grieved the loss of yet another baby girl. She gripped the snow globe against her chest and tried not to cry. She couldn’t fight the fact she felt something for the snow globe lady, even if she didn’t understand it.

Chapter Twenty
    Sam

    He stormed to Aimee’s new room. She was huddled on her bed crying.
    “I need your help.”
    A disgusted look flashed across her red and puffy face, “What? Are you kidding me?”
    “I need help. I need to find the spell that breaks my match.”
    “Can you break mine too?”
    He slumped onto her bed, “You’re being a drama queen. You aren’t matched. You were in love Aimes. Humans don’t die from falling out of love. What happened?”
    “I broke up with him, duhhhh. I thought the crying and not even wanting to kill made that obvious.”
    “Is he okay?”
    She glared at him with her steely grey eyes, “What, no. Of course not. He’s upset. He cried on the side of the road and yelled at me.”
    “What did he say?”
    “He said I was making a mistake and that we are supposed to be together. Then he got really mad and asked why the fuck he was staying in random hotels with my dad and giving up his dreams if we weren’t going to be together. Then he called me my sister and left.”
    “You know that’s not true right."
    "It is true. I am my sister. I loved him and Aleks at the same time. I dated them both. I judged her for the same shit."
    He rolled his eyes, "You saved his life breaking it off. Think of the shit that's wrong with you."
    She sniffled, “It didn’t feel like it. It felt like I was destroying it.”
    “Did you go get your dad?”
    She nodded, “I took him to my grams. We sold his house a while ago and it closed the other day. He cried a lot. I’m an asshole. Everyone hates me.”
    He put an arm around her, “Aimes you're being a sobby baby. Remember fierce death dealer. You need some of that 'I am woman hear me roar'. You aren’t an asshole. No more than any of us. We can’t have mortal connections. They die too easily.”
    “Well my dad's staying with my gram in her new condo that I got Lorri to buy her. It’s in the south of France. No one knows they’re there. Not even Shane.”
    “He’ll be happy Aimes.”
    “I wish they could all be happy. I wish I’d cut the ties with them all long before I became a Rose. I don’t mind my life being fucked but I hate that they're all separated and scared and I can’t be there. I wish I knew what was going to happen.”
    Sam pulled a gold plate from his backpack, “Then I have something to cheer you up.”
    She glared at him, “Gold dishes?”
    “Annabelle’s golden scrying plate. Ass.”
    She snorted, “What in the eff could you possibly want to show me in that plate? You aren’t even magical. Wanker.”
    He sighed and pinched his noise, “I’m not hammer head but Ophelia is and she is here.”
    She burst into snotty laughter, “You’re a moron.”
    “Be that as it may but you can see if it was the right choice.”
    She stopped laughing and looked at him, “You think she could see that?”
    He nodded, “And more. How to get Alise back. I bet she can.”
    “Uhhh that Ophelia chick is wandering the halls and Hanna just called from Roland’s place. She’s coming over.” Giselle popped her head in.
    Sam smiled, “Ask Ophelia to meet us in the den please.”
    Giselle frowned, “I am not your servant. Besides I got me a vampire date.” She turned and shouted into the hall, “Jeeves get that witch in the den and I’m hungry.”
    She walked away.
    Aimee tilted her head, “I miss poor Giselle.”
    Sam nodded, “I agree.”
    “I HEARD THAT ASSHOLES.”
    Sam smirked, "Guess we are assholes."
    Aimee laughed and picked up the golden plate.
    “Wonder what her date will be like?”
    “He will no doubt be young and attractive and hopefully eager to fill my role as Jeeves the slave.”
    Sam snorted as Hamish appeared in the doorway.
    “Young miss Ophelia is headed to the den.”
    “Thanks Hamish.”
    “You are quite welcome Miss Aimee.”
    Sam rolled his eyes at her grin as they walked out of the room. Giselle had gotten moody and snotty since they had moved into the castle. Aimee kept calling her mean high school Giselle.
    Ophelia was standing in the den waiting for them when they got there. She seemed out of place. He felt sorry for her for