Devils Roses 04 - Witch

the family curses then?"
    Hanna shook her head.
    His mom looked at him and smiled again, "I'm so sorry I left you Sam."
    He shook his head, "We have to go."
    His mother froze, "He will kill you both. Sam you have to flash out of here."
    He shook his head, "You have to come."
    She shook her head, "I can't leave."
    Sam frowned, "Why?"
    She looked at him flatly, "I love him Sam."

Chapter -Thirty-Five

    Ophelia

    She walked behind Oliver, who wouldn’t let go of her hand. She had to scratch with her left hand.
    They all followed him. She had a horrid feeling that he had led them into a trap. They never saw anyone else.
    Oliver snuck to a back door and pointed, "Half of us need to go this way. Ophelia and I will go to with Lorri and Dorian and Aimee. Lucas, Ari, Giselle, Lydia, and Brandon you go that way. It's where Ophelia and Aimee's sisters are."
    Ari shook her head, "We need someone who can flash us out."
    He looked at them and nodded, "Right. Uhm Aimee you'll have to go with them and text Sam to head that way too. He should have his mom by now."
    Lorri looked at Aimee, "Don't let any old feelings cloud your judgments."
    She nodded and walked away.
    Oliver pulled Ophelia out the door. The cold blast was intense. She started to shiver immediately.
    Oliver looked back at her, "Warm yourself."
    She frowned, "How?"
    He glanced at Lorri, "So she knows nothing?"
    Lorri growled, "We found her two weeks ago. You've had a lifetime with Trist."
    He muttered under his breath, "Fuck."
    Ophelia felt his disappointment. She pulled her hand from his with a jerk. He looked back at her. She crossed her arms.
    Dorian chuckled, "Alright kids let's focus before Jonathan sends us to hell."
    Lorri snickered. Ophelia felt like she was missing the joke.
    The snowy cold courtyard was long and surrounded by a stonewall. At the end of it sat the tower. She recognized it all immediately.
    She looked up to the second window to the top and pointed, "That’s hers."
    They ran across the courtyard and Oliver kicked open the door. Ophelia ran up the stairs behind him. She felt Lorri at her heels. She was wheezing by the second flight. Oliver laughed and grabbed her hand again and flashed them to the top. Dorian and Lorri flashed behind them.
    She reached out and touched the door. It sparked against her fingers but she ignored the pain. She would finally meet her real mother.
    It felt surreal, regardless of the fact she was standing in a stone tower with angels and demons. It was easier to believe in them than the existence of a mother she never knew about. Memories flooded her of her mother back home. She couldn’t imagine the pain they were in.
    She looked at Dorian. His eyes were set on the door.
    Oliver tugged at her hand, "You have to open it love."
    She frowned, "How?"
    "Use your magic and open the door."
    She pointed a finger and spoke slowly, "Open sesame."
    Lorri sighed, "Stop fucking around and tell the door to open."
    Her face flushed, "Open."
    The door didn’t even creak in a slight effort to open. She looked back at Lorri who was pinching the bridge of her nose.
    "What do I do?"
    "Magic is imagery, want and need the door to open. Like when you were mad and the magic filled you. Think about the fact he's murdered all the others. Think about the fact she's spent a lifetime alone. Want it."
    Ophelia looked back at the door and thought about the fact her mother had been alone. She imagined the cruelty of him forcing himself upon her. She remembered the helpless feeling of Sam pressed against her. Her back in the damp moss as he held her down and screamed at her. She looked at the door and pushed on it. A loud burst shot through the silence as the door blew apart. Tiny shards of wood and slivers filled the air. She blew hard making them fly away from her. She looked into the cell to see the woman from the snow globe but she wasn’t there. The cell was empty. She turned back to speak but something hit her hard in the head.

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    She woke to a chuckle. She looked up to see her brother standing over her.
    "You cannot be my sister. My sister would have known better than to trust a stranger."
    She swallowed tasting blood in her mouth. Oliver watched her with his bright blue eyes. She felt her breath grow ragged, as the desperation of the situation became reality.
    She looked around. She didn’t recognize where she was. Her hands were wrapped in a fabric and tied over her head. Her feet just touched the floor with her tipi toes.
    Her back