Devils Roses 04 - Witch

wondered if she was using her body to trick the angel into giving away from the secrets of the frozen fortress.
    He cleared his throat.
    Ophelia looked up and fixed the blankets. She blushed looking up at the half naked man in her bed.
    "I'll wait for you in the kitchen."
    She nodded.
    He left the room missing the feeling of being uncomfortable.
    Giselle was staring out the window in the hallway. She looked classic leaning against the massive window, hiding from the light.
    "You can go out. The sun won't burn you."
    She hissed at him, "Says the boy who has never been burned by the sun."
    He rolled his eyes, "How's the kingdom going?"
    Despair crossed her face, "Not great. I wish Marcus was back. I hate this. Yesterday I had to kill a little boy. He was like three hundred years old and he was this little brat. Anyway he murdered three little girls. Drained them completely."
    Sam nodded, "Yeah doesn’t sound great."
    She shook her head, "I miss Lydia's. I miss Annabelle. She used to give these baths."
    Sam held a hand up, "I know, I know."
    She sighed, "I just want to go home. I don’t like it here. Jeeves is sassy too."
    Sam rolled his eyes, "Giselle, his name is Hamish for the millionth time. No wonder he's saucy."
    She turned her back on the curtain and waved, "Peace out bitch. I'm going to bed."
    He shook his head and turned and walked to the kitchen.
    Ophelia came running in pulling her shirt on over a tank top.
    "What's up?"
    "We need to go to Alabama."
    She frowned, "What? Why?" She grabbed a bag of marshmallows and started eating them.
    "That’s disgusting." She stuck her tongue out.
    "Anyway."
    He looked out the doorway to the massive kitchen and spoke in a hushed tone, "We need to go find the black witches of the south. They live in some place called Lillian.”
    She shrugged, "I'll do anything you want Sam."
    He hated his effect on her. He nodded and put a hand out. She touched it and suddenly they were standing in the yard of a small white house.
    He sighed when she saw them standing in the yard looking puzzled.
    Beth frowned, "Sam?"
    He took a step forward, "Aunt Beth."
    She hugged him tight, her hand shook slightly.
    "Did you find her sweetie?"
    "No. Jonathan has her still but the children are safe. Lydia and Annabelle are spoiling them rotten."
    She looked past him at Ophelia. He felt her stiffen.
    "Why would you bring her here?"
    Ophelia looked around, "You know the dark witches?"
    Sam held his aunts arms, "This is Ophelia. She is..."
    "We know who she is Sam. Why would you bring her here?"
    He sighed, "She's done a spell on me and I wanted to know if any of you knew how to reverse it."
    Beth felt him with her hands, she squeezed his arm. She looked back at the others starting to come out in the front yard from the other houses surrounding them.
    "What have you done?"
    Sam shook his head, "I made a mistake."
    Beth looked at her, "You have the stain of magic on you. A protection guard spell. Who did it?"
    Ophelia looked confused, "I don’t know. I didn’t know I was a witch until like two weeks ago."
    "Sam her magic hasn’t come in yet. Why would she have done magic on you if she has limited magic?"
    He sighed, "She broke my match for me."
    Gasps filled the air around them. Some of the women ran back into their houses. The others held crystals and spoke in hushed tones. Ophelia's face flushed. She looked embarrassed and confused.
    "I asked her to do it."
    An old woman he didn’t recognize stepped forward, "I know how but it won’t be worth it to you."
    He frowned, "Why?"
    "You'll be enslaved to her. The only fixing it makes you her blood bond slave."
    He thought about Roland and the pain and anguish and shook his head, "There is nothing else?"
    "Not unless you go to the black witches. Even then the only fixing it might end up with you matched with the witch who does the spell."
    He looked back at Ophelia. Was feeling love worth feeling it for a girl who didn’t love him back but was fixated on him because of his Siren call?
    "Okay. Well thanks. We have to go."
    He watched as the other witches looked in awe. The older witch he didn’t know spoke to her, "Have you met the others?"
    Ophelia shook her head, "What others?"
    "Your sisters?"
    Ophelia paled, "I have."
    "I don’t envy you child."
    Ophelia frowned, "Yeah it sounds like an awful lot. I have to kill my brother and my mother, and my sisters will give me their power. Only then can I help defeat my father and free the world from the evil. I