Devils Roses 05 - Death

isn’t a fan fav.
    My father.
    The journals.
    All of it.
    It's too much. The tears start to leak out. I don't move or twitch or budge. I look down and hope the minor spillage will be enough to ease up the pressure.
    It isn’t. A heave slips from my lips. I can't stop thinking about them all. The deaths of the children who are back and the world without Sam. My fingers tighten around his. There is no world without Sam.
    Now the world is new again and O is gone. Dorian is gone. I won't ever just be with them all again in one place. I can remember it all before O. Everything was perfect. I want to blame her but her death hurts.
    "Hanna?"
    I don’t look up at him. He lifts my face. My ugly cry snot covered face.
    He grabs a tissue from my dad's desk. Everyone is looking at me. He wipes my face.
    "She remembers everything. Look at that face." Lorri says harshly.
    I cover my face.
    Sam pulls me into him.
    "How?"
    "B-b-beast memories." I stutter.
    "Oh like how Luke could always sense who Ari was to him, even when she fudged with the time." Aimee says softly.
    I turn and run from the office. Anger and pain are everywhere. I betrayed him. I betrayed him so badly.
    I feel like my chest is going to explode. I run up the stairs to my room and slam the door. It's not my room. He hasn't died and left me the Tudor. The room looks like it did when he died but it has nothing of me in it. Just the bed and furnishings.
    I collapse on the bed.
    I hear footsteps in the room. I expect Sam.
    "Hanna." It's Lorri. I don’t know what to say. I hate being weak in front of her.
    She crawls onto the bed and lies beside me. She strokes my head. I wait for her to break my neck or bite me, the way Shane did. The way Marcus let him kill me and bring out the beast.
    "Hanna, I know how you feel right now. If I stop and think for even a second, I'll burst into a thousand different emotions and tear this house apart. The hold I have over myself is so tense, I don’t think I can hold it much longer."
    I'm scared. I'm really scared. She doesn't do nice. She is still stroking my head.
    "But mourning is selfish my child. We don’t have the leisure of being selfish. The dead are gone and the world is still messed." She slaps me on the ass and gets off the bed, "So, let's, do this."
    She is gone. I start to laugh. I wipe my face and shake my head.
    A man's voice interrupts my moment of insanity, "That was weird for me too. I flashed in and then out. Yikes." I smile when I hear his voice. I roll over and smile.
    "I'm so sorry Sam."
    He shakes his head, "Hanna, it never happened. This is the first time we've ever met. This is a clean slate."
    He walks toward me and crawls onto the bed. He snugs up close, so his angel breath is in my face. I love the smell of him. I close my eyes, but his lips don’t meet mine.
    I open an eye. He is looking at a text on his phone. I frown. He grabs my hand and flashes us back to the office. I stumble where we are standing suddenly, but he wraps an arm around my waist and catches me.
    "Luke found them. Not France. Florida."
    Lorri's face drops, "He wouldn’t." Her voice is a growl and I'm scared again.
    Sam nods, "I don’t know what that means, but they're in Florida."
    Lorri bites her lip nervously. I'm really scared. She never looks that way.
    Aimee frowns, "What is it Lorri?"
    "The dark witches. The dark witches there. Shit." She sighs.
    "I'm lost. The ones I gave my blood to?" Sam says slowly.
    Lorri turns and scowls, "Oliver saved you that day. Those women are dark and evil. That's his plan." Her words are a whisper and her eyes are haunted and distant. She snaps her redhead around and shakes her head, "He plans to turn Lillith dark. To let them fill her up. But why?"
    Dad's eyes dart to Roland who clears his throat, "We Fae have long believed Lillith has almost no powers. There is legend that she split the power amongst her children. Every time she gave birth another piece of the magic was given to the baby. She has many children now. Not much magic."
    "Is that true?" Aimee asks and pulls out her phone and sends a message. She sighs and vanishes.
    We all look around.
    No one has an answer or a clue.

    Aimee

    The sound of my boots on the hallowed halls lifts the eyes from the sofa. The little kids smile, Marcus growls and slithers away, Abbey gives me a nod but doesn’t take her eyes away from the video game she is playing. Tristan sits perfectly still watching.
    I grab his arm and wink us both. He is unshaven and