Devils Roses 04 - Witch

into the hallway. He couldn’t believe they finally had Daniel. Lorri could finally cross it off her to do list.
    He couldn’t stop thinking about Ophelia or the fact her father had her.
    Dorian looked pissed.
    He hissed at Sam, "Your mom is in on it."
    Sam nodded, "I think she's compelled."
    Dorian shook his head, "Nope. It’s a match."
    Sam felt sick, "What?"
    Dorian nodded, "Fucking Sirens. Have you guys seen Oliver?"
    Sam shook his head.
    Ari whispered, "We need to keep moving."
    Dorian glared at her, "This was a set up. Notice how they don’t have any security here?"
    Sam nodded, "Jonathan was willing to trade it all for Ophelia?"
    They followed the huge wolves through a series of halls and past a massive kitchen. Sam felt like his stomach was in his throat.
    Dorian looked at Ari, "I'm going to find Ophelia. If I don’t come back, I'm sorry."
    Ari grinned, "Sorry you died on me?"
    He shook his head solemnly, "That I never knew. I would have tried if I'd known."
    She shoved him, "Stop being a weirdo. You're like a cockroach. Nothing can kill you." His eyes flashed at Ari for a moment. He smiled and leaned into kiss her on the cheek. He glanced at Sam, "You get her out."
    Sam nodded and Dorian was gone.
    Blake stopped outside of a door, "This one."
    His thin pale fingers trembled. He looked sick seeing the door.
    Aimee shoved him to the side and kicked the door open.
    Sam clutched his nose instantly. The smell was unbearable. Aimee looked horrified as she stepped in. The dark room was a cell. It reminded him of Marcus's dungeon.
    There was a small cot, a shower, and a toilet. The dark concrete room had no one in it but from the stink whoever had been in there was dead when they were removed.
    Old dark brown blood stains covered the mattress.
    Aimee looked at Blake like she wanted to strangle him. He shook his head, "She was here."
    Aimee stormed from the room and started kicking in the every door in the hallway.
    "You have a very bad temper has anyone ever told you that?"
    Sam looked down the hall by the kitchen they passed. Oliver stood there with a grin pasted on his face.
    Sam flashed at him but he was already down the far side of the other hall. Sam flashed there but he was in the ceiling looking down from the grate, "We can play this all day or we can just trade."
    Aimee scowled up at him, "What could you possibly want from us?"
    Oliver tilted his head, "You Aimee."
    She walked under the grate where he sat, "Fine done. Everyone else walks free."
    Oliver flashed to the far side of the hall opposite Sam, "Walk out the door behind you into the snow. There is a courtyard. Stay there. We will meet you outside." He was gone.
    Sam looked at Aimee, "No. No this is a bad idea. Why do they want you so badly?"
    She shrugged, "I don’t know." She looked defeated, "At this point what does it matter? Aleks is dead. Shane is heartbroken. My sister is most likely dead." She turned to Sam and smiled, "You know where I want my body to go."
    He nodded, "I don’t know what can kill you Aimes. They may want you alive."
    Ari put a hand on Aimee, "This is a bad idea. Let me push him." She glanced at Blake. Blake looked nervous.
    Aimee shook her head, "You know what Lydia says."
    Aimee turned and walked to the door. She put a hand up to it and looked back at Blake. She rushed him and threw her arms around his neck. Her held her tight.
    They whispered into each other's necks. Aimee shook from the sobbing. She pushed herself off of him and turned to face the door. She looked at Sam and pushed as hard as she could.
    The cold arctic air blasted them. It was miserably cold for July. Sam looked at Blake who started to shiver.
    "Stay in the hallway."
    Blake nodded and stepped back in. Ari grabbed him by the arm, "No. This is my insurance." She dragged him out into the cold.
    He looked as white as the snow. Sam scanned the white courtyard for movement.
    Luke lowered and growled as Oliver walked toward them. In each hand he had a thin girl. Sam knew they must be Alise and Abbey. He could pick out Alise right away. She was sickly skinny and covered in sores. She wore baggy jeans and a pale pink t-shirt. Her dark hair was around her like a filthy cape and matted with things. Abbey too was covered in sores. He assumed they were bite marks. Her blonde hair was pulled back in messy ponytail, like bed head. Her jeans were ripped and torn and her light blue t-shirt was bloody.
    Another man walked out into the courtyard with Oliver. He looked