~ ISSA
I felt Iran clawing his way slowly to the surface of my mind.
‘Witch blood,’ he whispered hungrily at the deep ends of my psyche.
He and I could feel the tension coming off the bartender. Iran and I could smell her fear as we both watched with dark humour as she thought of her options. She had none.
“You need to make up your mind,” Yulia said in a hardened tone.
I could feel her rage as she glared at the Bartender. The lady beside me sat rigidly as fear coursed through her. These two women were involved in the death of my beloved sister and I would do anything and everything within my power to make sure that they paid.
The bartender looked around at the bar helplessly as it dawned on her slowly and surely. There was no one here to help her. She was cornered. I knew that her right hand was still on the shot gun hidden behind the bar counter but she as well as I knew that it would do nothing to help her.
There was a lot at stake and it would be bad for business if word got out that she shot the Alpha and Lycan of the territory she was currently running a business in. I had the upper hand and she knew it.
She sighed and placed her hand on the table. The music stopped first and I knew that she used magic.
“We are closed for the night, please get out!” She said in a magically amplified voice so that everyone could hear her. At first no one moved as they watched her.
“Get the fuck out, all of you!” She yelled and this time, everyone trooped out reluctantly. A few angry, slurred curse words were said but within minutes, the bar was empty. Now it was just the tree of us.
“Tell me your name, witch,” I said, turning to the lawyer.
“Agatha Lauren,” She shakily replied.
“Lock the doors, Agatha and take a seat on one of the chairs,” I ordered calmly. She hastily got up.
“I know that you are thinking of making a run for it, but that would be very stupid,” Yulia said as she watched the woman closely.
“And you, what is your name?” I said to the Bartender.
“Does it matter?” she asked defiantly.
“To know the names of the witches that murdered my dearest sister, of course,” I replied. “Would you not want to know the names of the person that kills your loved ones?” I asked.
The Bartender swallowed nervously. I heard the clicks of the locks setting in place as Agatha sat on one of the chairs behind a round wooden table.
“Bailey,” The bartender muttered.
“Step out from behind the counter and join your fellow witch at the table, there is much to discuss,” I said and got up from the stool and dragged a chair to where Agatha sat. Yulia did the same.
We both waited on our chair as Bailey the bartender left her work station and came to sit next to us.
A tense filled silence took over the empty air of the bar as I watched the two witches.
“I know what you are thinking, Agatha,” I began. “You hid your scent well from me, but Yulia here has the ability to trail any scent no matter how well they are hidden,” I added proudly.
“I expected no less from a child of Light,” Agatha replied in a solemn tone.
“That will be the last time you will refer to me by that name,” Yulia said in a cold voice.
“You should not deny who you are,” Bailey added in a defiant but quiet tone.
“Get us a drink, Whiskey with lots of ice,” I told the bartender. “I will smell the poison in it, should you decide to add any into our drinks, we are going to be here for a while,” I said.
I felt the shiver run down their spines as the bartender went ahead to prepare our drinks. Iran chuckled darkly as he took a whiff of their fears.
I leaned back snugly on the wooden chair and waited as Bailey gently placed two glass cups of whiskey in my front. The smell of cold alcohol assailed my nose.
“Explain this,” I said as I slid the letter towards Agatha.
She looked down at the sheet of paper without saying a word. She swallowed nervously before speaking.
“It is a court summoning.”
“We know what it is,” Yulia snapped. “What we want to know is why we are being summoned?”
A phone rang out and Agatha jolted. It was hers. “Answer it and put it on speaker,” I ordered. She did as she was told.
“Is it done?” Rogers’ voice boomed out.
“Yes,” Agatha said in a scared voice.
She was beginning to tremble but she tried hard to keep it out of her voice yet it came out futile at the end because Rogers picked it up.
“What is it? You sound upset,” Rogers inquired with concern in his voice.
“Because the recipient of the letter is here with her, Mr. Rogers,” I replied.
A shocked silence followed and nothing was said for some seconds.
“Frostwood,” Rogers said with contempt.
“Do you want to explain what the hell you think you are doing, or would rather I make your associate tell me?…Believe me when I say this, I will not ask nicely,” I said in a calm tone.
“It was a mistake to make you Yulia’s guardian, and I don’t even know what Marianna was thinking,” Rogers said with venom.
“Was that why you killed her?” Yulia demanded harshly.
“Yulia?” Rogers replied in shock.
“Answer me! Was that why you had her killed?” Yulia persisted.
“You do not know what you are talking about Yulia, I am doing all these for your best interest, Issa is not someone you should even be anywhere near,” Rogers replied frantically.
“I saw them, Mr. Rogers,” Yulia replied. “I saw them killing my mom.”
The line went dead and another uneasy silence took over.