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iamnotoriginalphil · 5 years ago

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Family Matters (Zelda Spellman x Reader) - Part 33

Synopsis: It’s the final showdown.

Words: 1670

Warnings: violence, gore

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Zelda was standing, facing the door, shot gun in hand. Her body was tight, coiled like a spring. You had your back pressed against the wall, watching her eyes sweep over the outside vista.

You’d had Ambrose lock your family in the morgue, the safest place in the house. He was standing guard outside, a cross bow in hand. Zelda had tried to send Sabrina away to the mysterious Academy, but she’d refused to leave her family behind when danger was coming to their doorstep.

Zelda had wanted to lock you up too, keep you safe from Bella. You had slipped away before she could, hiding away in your room as you tried to remember anything that you’d heard from Bella about how to hurt a vampire. It was all muddled with the myths mortals told and you couldn’t sort the fact from the fiction. But there was something you needed, a single hope left.

You stood out of sight, knowing it wouldn’t help when Bella eventually showed her face. She’d be able to hear your heartbeat, smell your blood, see you in the dark. You were hoping she’d focus on the Spellmans, classing you as no threat. Being underestimated had been how you’d succeeded your entire life. Wide eyes and an open face made people think you were too innocent to be a threat.

You stood at the top of the staircase, looking down on the entrance hall. Zelda looked fierce, a lioness protecting her tribe. Hilda stood off to the side, her fingers twisting together in front of her, the picture of anxiety. Sabrina stood to the other side, her teeth gritted, her eyes focused on the door. You were all waiting for Bella to appear, but you assumed it wouldn’t be politely through the front door. Wind whispered through the house and you shivered.

“How sweet,” a low voice drawled, “the family that slays together stays together.”

You pressed back against the wall more insistently. You’d heard that voice in your dreams, in your nightmares. It haunted you.

“It is too bad that it shall all be for naught,” the voice continued.

Zelda tightened her grip on the shotgun, raising it. Sabrina took a deep breath. Hilda let out a small squeak.

“Tell me, Zelda Spellman, was all of this worth it?”

“It will be once you’re gone,” she responded.

Bella appeared in front of Zelda, teeth bared and hatred in her eyes. She brought up one hand, her nails long and sharp. Her long dark hair streamed down her back, her skin pale in the sunlight. Her eyes flickered up to your hiding place, a smile taking over her features.

“It’s too bad that shall not be happening.”

Zelda fired the gun, the sound deafening. You flinched, closing your eyes. When you opened them again Bella was gone, Zelda flushed with rage. You rushed to the bannister, looking down on the scene trying to find her.

“You look delicious, mi amour.”

A cold hand wrapped around your neck, jerking you back. Your body was thrown aside. Your back slammed into the wall, your breath rushing from your body. You fell to the ground, groaning. You got up on hands and knees, trying to crawl away. A booted foot landed on your back, forcing you back down.

“I’m surprised you let your pet out for this, Zelda Spellman,” she called down, “I know how you feel about other people touching your toys.”

Another shot rang out. Wood from the building rained down on your head but the booted foot was long gone. You sat up, coughing. You crawled to the edge of the landing, looking down on Zelda. Her eyes flashed as she saw you.

“I told you to hide,” she hissed.

“I couldn’t let you face her alone,” you replied.

“How touching,” Bella drawled, now on the stairs between you and the witches, “and how misguided.”

Wind began to whip around you. A large vine crashed through the stairs, wrapping around Bella’s body. She looked startled as the vine began to constrict around her. You heard something crack, loud, like a gun going off but Zelda hadn’t moved. Bella was lifted into the air, her feet kicking. You watched, surprised it had been so easy.

With a roar, Bella ripped the vine apart. She fell back to the stairs as the vine withered up and died. She pushed herself to her feet, levelling a glare at Sabrina. Her hands were raised and a shocked look was on her face. Zelda stepped forward, putting herself between the vampire and her niece. You climbed to your feet, clutching at the wooden bannister.

Bella took a sauntering step down the stairs. Her body looked wrong, one side of her rib cage crushed in. Her body was twisted, leaning to one side. She took another step down the stairs, a feral grin overtaking her face. Zelda snarled.

“I remember learning that spell,” she said, “child’s play.”

“You know spells?” Sabrina asked, taken aback.

“Did neither of them tell you?” She looked up at you, “before I was bitten, I was a witch. A fun little experiment. Or at least I was until I murdered my sire.”

“You were a witch?”

“You're not as bright as your aunt, are you?”

She reappeared behind Sabrina, her arms tight bands around her.

“Shall we see how fun those vines can be?”

Huge vines smashed through the floor, sending Zelda across the room. They caught her, pulling her up into the air. She was whipped backwards and forward, the gun clattering to the floor. You screamed.

You watched as flames flared to life around her, consuming the green plants. It withered, pulling away from her. She fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, not moving. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Leave my family alone.”

You looked down, finding Hilda standing in the no man's land with her hands raised.

“No can do.”

Bella’s fingernails scraped along Sabrina’s cheek, blood welling in their wake. It dripped down, black and toxic looking. You watched as veins appeared along her skin, dark and pulsing. Hilda readjusted her stance.

“Leave. Us. Alone!”

Flames erupted around Sabrina, her eyes rolling back in her head. Bella disappeared again. Sabrina fell back, the blackness in her veins moving faster and faster. She began to convulse on the floor, pink foam appearing at her corners of her mouth. The flames still flickered along her skin, beginning to catch on the destroyed carpet.

Bella grabbed Hilda, sinking her teeth into her neck. You gritted your teeth, watching her drink from the motherly witch. She fell, her skin going pale. Hilda scratched at Bella’s face, trying to get some kind of hold. Bella grabbed one arm, snapping it as easily as a twig. It hung limp at her side. Bella grabbed the other doing the same so violently you could see the bone poking from her flesh. You felt your stomach roil.

She let Hilda go, slamming one of her feet into the blonde witch’s leg, shattering it. She glanced down at it before turning back to Zelda. You watched her crouch over her body, pushing the hair from the witch’s face. It was such a tender gesture you felt off balance in the carnage. All you could hear was Hilda’s whimpers and Sabrina’s gurgling. Blood and rot was heavy in the air.

Bella lowered her head as if to kiss the unconscious witch. You knew this was the one chance you had. She was distracted enough to not bother paying attention to you. And why would she when you were nothing but a pathetic mortal?

You flung yourself from the balcony, raising the wooden stake you’d kept hidden in your room since arriving. You had assumed it would be your guarantee should Bella come to visit you at the mortuary. It was the ace up your sleeve, your only protection.

You slammed into her body, the stake burying deep in her back. Black viscous liquid pulsed out of her body, coating your hands in a sticky substance. She fell aside, leaving Zelda’s body. You fell with her, pain radiating up from your feet. The jump had been too much, even with the added padding of Bella’s body. You fell off her, watching the black blood stream from her heart. She turned her head to look at you.

“Oh mi amour, you should have realised I was a liar.”

She grabbed you around the neck, squeezing. You grabbed her wrist, trying to pull her off you. She laughed, throwing her head back as her hold tightened on you.

“A stake through the heart?” she mocked, “we are far stronger than those stories you mortals tell mi amour. Did you truly believe I would tell you how to kill a vampire?”

“You might not have told her, but you told me.”

Bella turned too late, meeting Zelda’s flame covered hands. She screamed as the flames licked over her skin, leaving nothing but ash in their wake. She let you go, sending you to the floor. You scrabbled back, trying to get air in your lungs again as you watched her body burn. Her skin was bubbling before disappearing in a cloud of ash.

Exposed bone showed through as her skin melted away. She was screaming, the sound horrible, grating in your ears. It ended in a pitiful gurgle, a pile of ash all that was left. You looked up into the fierce eyes of Zelda.

“You are to never do that again,” she said.

“I was trying to save your life,” you replied.

She grabbed your face, crushing her lips against yours. You clutched at her, never wanting to let her go.

“What the hell happened up here?”

You turned, finding Ambrose standing at the top of the stairs to the morgue. He was looking from you, to Sabrina, to Hilda.

“We have taken care of Bella,” Zelda said.

“You think you may want to help Hilda and Sabrina,” you said.

“You think?”

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the-hilda-librarians-wife · 4 years ago

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Most Powerful Magic - Chapter Two

Summary: Set a few months after the end of the events of Family Fights, Hilda and the librarian’s sister are tired of seeing Johanna and Maven dancing around each other and decide to take matters into their own hands

Read it on ao3: [Family Fights] (chpt1) (chpt2)

Even though she’d chosen to distance herself from her family’s craft, Myra had far from forgotten all that she’d learned about magic. With the same attention to detail that Maven always applied to her casting, Myra guided Hilda as they built up their plan in a way they could be sure they wouldn’t be caught, not before the appropriate time, at least. The comparison amused Hilda, who thought that as Maven’s calling was magic, Myra’s true purpose was causing mischief.

Phase one of their plan had been brainstormed by both of them, but it was up to Hilda alone to set in motion, and she’d done so the night before. Maven had been invited over to have dinner with them, and when they all had finished eating, Hilda had called both women to her bedroom. The “slip” they’d need to fake for the spell would have needed a strong presence of both Johanna and Maven’s energy in the casting site, and Hilda assured this by having them touch as many things as possible.

This was the part of the plan that had been the hardest to come up with, but eventually the two of them had made a decision. Hilda should make as many drawings as she could and hang them up on random spots in her room, in a way that it would be believable when she said she wanted them there to show them something, and, at the same time, ensure they’d leave enough of an energy imprint.

As expected, they’d been very encouraging about the drawings and apparently hadn’t given any mind to the strage placement they’d been given. It was a bit flattering, Hilda thought, that they’d liked them so much even though they were only rushed sketches made with no other purpose then building up a lie. Maybe she should draw the two of them once they were together, she thought. It might make them more inclined to forgive her.

With that done, it was time for phase two of the plan. Or would it be phase one-point-five, Hilda wondered as she opened the front door to let Myra in, since they were still arranging their steps to make their lie credible? Either way, it was time to pretend they were casting the spell.

“Did everything go well?” Myra asked as she cleaned her shoes on the carpet before coming in. Hilda nodded.

“It did, and neither suspected anything.”

“Great. let’s get moving, then.”

Johanna was out walking Twig, and they’d been lucky enough that Alfur had wanted to go with them. Not that Hilda didn’t trust the elf, but she knew his opinions on irresponsible use of magic, and there was no better way to describe what they were doing there. After guiding Myra to her room, Hilda gestured for her to sit on the bed.

“As I mentioned.” Myra began, watching Hilda pull herself the chair in front of her desk. “Mavey will get very nervous when we break the news. I’m sure you know I don’t really mean angry, she’s not this sort of person anymore, but she sure will be upset and try to find another explanation at all costs. Now, she does trust you and your skills a lot, so she should probably take your word for it, but I think it would be safer if you did something related to love magic right now. In order for her to feel its remnants and think that it’s because of the spell, I mean.”

“That does make sense.” Hilda said unwillingly. It was not so much that she didn’t like the idea, but she’d never studied any sort of love magic before. She hadn’t a clue of where to begin, and at the same time she knew it was a necessary step. For someone who had already done such intricate energy work as Hilda had, they would need to be very careful if they wanted to get Maven to believe in the situation they would claim. “Do you have any suggestions?”

This is a terrible time to not have listened to mother when she tried to teach me, Myra thought even as she put a reassuring smile on her face. For so long the only magic she had had contact with was the dark nightmare magic the Marra had. True, forcing someone to have feelings for you was not too different from the manipulation she’d grown so used to, but she thought it would be better if they had none of that sort of enchantment around them.

“It doesn’t have to be anything big.” She said with far more confidence in her voice than in her heart. “Maybe you could just do some minutes of meditation towards that. Do you have a piece of rose quartz? That should help.”

“I do.” Hilda opened a drawer and took a small, pink pebble from the inside. She then sat cross legged on the floor and closed her eyes.

Though she hadn’t done any energy work in very long, Myra found it fair that she should help the kid since she was the one who had dragged her into that whole thing. She too took her meditation posture, knees bent and sitting on her heels, and did her best to help change the vibrations of the room in a way that could pass for the residues of a love spell.

Surprisingly, the trance-like state came to her so easily that she didn’t notice the time running, and startled when Hilda spoke up.

“Do you think this is enough?”

Myra blinked her lashes open and looked around, as if she’d be able to see any differences with any eyes other than her mind’s.

“You probably know more than me, Hilda. Do you?”

“I guess.” The girl shrugged. “I’m not really sure of what else I could do.”

They were in silence for a few seconds, both staring at Hilda’s hands, slightly hypnotized by the repetitive motion she was doing by twirling the rose quartz around with her fingers. Whether they were waiting to notice something or for some mysterious voice to tell them how well they had done they didn’t know, but since these were the last moments before they actually began their plan it felt right to take their time assuring themselves that their best had been done.

The silence, however, became more uncomfortable than reflexive the more time passed. Sensing this Myra cleaned her throat.

“Nice room you’ve got here.” She said, admiring the natural and fun way Hilda had given her personal touches to the room. Every once in a while, Myra tried to remind herself to be polite. When one spent as much time living with evil spirits as their sole source of human (though she could barely call them that) contact, one tended to forget how normal social interactions worked. It was something she was working on, along with her sister and her therapist, to be more positive when talking to people, less like an actual nightmare monster. Besides, her naturally self-centered personality made it so she’d never really been a pleasant person, and now she was trying to change that. “It really does scream ‘green witch’, in my opinion.”

“Oh!” Hilda smiled at Myra’s unexpected comment. “Thank you. I wasn’t at all too happy when Mum and I moved here, but I had fun decorating my room. I wanted to bring some of the wilderness in with me.”

The teenager smiled as she thought that Hilda had done a very good job with that. “Hey, you know what this reminds me of? Has anybody ever told you about the time my sister nearly cried because of some tarot cards?”

“What?” Leaning forward to hear Myra better, Hilda tried to imagine what kind of message could have been bad enough to reduce Maven to tears. The way Myra laughed told her that it wasn’t a sad story, though, and Hilda anxiously waited for her to continue as she moved her legs to the side to sit more naturally on the floor.

“Yeah, this is a fun one. It’s not like I remember it, of course, I’m pretty sure I was a newborn at the time, but I asked mother to tell me this story many times. When she was a child, Mavey used to have a mock tarot deck that she apparently loved. It wasn’t real, of course, our mother had made it herself with fun pictures and oversimplified descriptions of the card meanings, just so she could get used to them and have some fun pretending to read people’s fortunes. What happened was that one day she was playing outside with the rain, and as she took the deck literally everywhere, it fell on a puddle of mud. You can guess that i was ruined beyond salvation, but apparently my sister threw a huge tantrum because she wanted to hang the muddy cards on our bedroom wall instead of letting go of them. Mother had to pretend to have lost the cards, and when Mavey was told that she literally pretended to be dying and began telling our mother about how those cards were the source of her power and without them she couldn’t live anymore.”

“Oh my goodness.” Hilda chuckled, hiding her grin behind her hand. “Maven sounds like she was a fun toddler.”

“Hilda, she was like, eight at least.”

The girl broke into laughter as she imagined cold, rational Maven being the most dramatic child ever. “Does she know you know this?”

“Yep, and she hates it. Great advice for you, bring that up when you want something from her, it works every time.”

Hilda laughed even more until her sides hurt, now picturing her mentor’s eyes widening and her face becoming red if she ever tried to use an embarrassing story against her. That was the moment when she realized that even though more than an year had passed during which she and the librarian had been very close, she wasn’t near to knowing her as much as Myra did. Opposite to upsetting her, it made her wonder if there were more things she could tell her about the older witch, and even about her own life. Gaining proximity with Myra herself was beginning to sound like something she’d like.

“You know, Myra.” Hilda said when she stopped laughing. “If this works, we’ll practically be in the same family.”

Myra blinked, clearly not having seen that comment coming. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Seeing she had her attention, Hilda opened a playful smile. “Can I begin calling you auntie already?”

Hands on the floor behind herself, Myra threw her head back and chortled good naturedly. “No way in hell, kiddo.”

_#_#_#_

“I guess this is it.” Hilda whispered anxiously, Twig by her feet not understanding why the girl looked so uneasy.

“Which one of us is gonna do it?” Hilda’s nervousness was mirrored in Myra’s voice. If anything went wrong, it would be at this part of the plan. Not only that, but if the plan went right they’d be scolded for irresponsibility. Seeing as that was the best outcome, neither of them were particularly excited about it.

A full day had passed since they’d been in Hilda’s room, working on faking leftover magic. Figuring that the time that had passed would have been enough for Hilda to notice the love spell’s symptoms on her mother, and for the two of them to discuss what had happened and reach a conclusion about the way the spell had gone wrong, they now found themselves in the library again.

“Better if we do it together, I suppose.” Myra nodded at Hilda’s comment, and they both tip toed away from the bookshelf they’d been hiding behind while they watched Maven reshelf books.

When she noticed them coming in her direction, she smiled, but it faded upon her seeing their worried expressions. At least those were things they hadn’t needed to fake.

“Is everything alright?” She asked, pausing the song she’d been listening to and bringing her headphones to rest on her neck

The two of them glanced at each other as Maven climbed down the ladder, and Hilda rubbed her neck. “We messed up.”

_#_#_#_

“Tell me again how it happened.”

Myra had been right to assume Maven would lose her cool when they revealed the problem. While they’d been talking about the attempted spell, Maven had done nothing but look at them with a lifted eyebrow, apparently knowing that sort of spell was due to backfire, but when they got to the part about what, exactly, had gone wrong, the witch had looked like a bucket of icy water had been dumped on her head. She quickly grew agitated and insisted on going to the casting site, in that case Hilda’s room. The scolding had yet to come, as she seemed much too lost in thought to give a mind to how the two of them were to blame for the situation.

“I asked Hilda to cast a spell for me.” Myra sighed. At that point, the nervousness was gone, replaced by boredom due to having to repeat that yet another time. “But the taglocks we used for me and Nyx weren’t personal enough.”

“I couldn’t get a proper hold of the energy.” Hilda continued, feeling as tired of repeating herself as the teen. “And it escaped my control and decided to manifest into the two other people whose presence in my room was stronger, which would be my mum and directed to you.”

“Oh, honestly-” Maven paced around the room, grumbling to try and hide her panic behind irritation. “The two of you should know better. Which love spell did you use? We need to do a counterspell or brew an antidote as soon as possible.”

Hilda looked nervously at Myra, suddenly uncertain because she hadn’t thought of what to do in case Maven said that. Myra, however, was clearly doing her best to contain a smirk of satisfaction, and from her jacket’s pocket she pulled a copy of the spellbook’s page.

Maven took it from her hands and ran her eyes through it, once, twice, enough times for Hilda to figure she did not want to believe what she was seeing. When the witch looked back at the two girls, her face was one of utter incredulity.

“Please tell me this is a joke. Of all the love spells, please tell me you didn’t actually go for this one.”

“I didn’t want it to be forever.” Myra shrugged. “I knew that if they got the chance to know me better they’d like me. By the time we kissed there would be no need for a love spell at all.”

Maven’s hands tightened on the paper, making it crumple.

“Myra.” She said slowly to her sister, who bit the inside of her mouth to stop herself from smiling. She was reasonably sure her sister was pretending that the sheet of paper was her neck. “I am going to feed you to a fucking Barghest.”

Gasping dramatically, Myra leaned towards Hilda and covered her ears with her hands. “Mavey, language! There are children in the room!”

Maven’s face became even more red, and she looked as if she would explode at any moment. She opened her mouth to say something, but they were spared as they heard the sound of the front door opening.

“Hilda, I’m back from the meeting!” Johanna said from the living room. “Where are you?”

“In my bedroom, mum!” She shouted back, growing slightly concerned with how the librarian seemed to have stopped breathing. “I… invited some friends over for tea, I hope that’s okay!”

“Oh!” They heard the woman gasp. “Sure is. Frida and David?”

Walking to Hilda’s bedroom door to poke her head out and look at Johanna, Myra waved. "It's us, actually! We’ll go greet you properly in a second, Hilda is just showing us a new touch she added to her wand!”

Johanna told them to take their time, and Myra closed the door again.

“Quick thinking.” Hilda praised, making Myra shrug in attempted modesty as Maven raked her hands through her hair, leaving herself looking slightly insane.

“What are we going to do?” The older witch said to herself, which obviously didn’t stop the other people in the room from hearing. Myra had to admit, she almost felt bad for making her sister that worried. Almost.

“You are going to talk to her and... take a look at the difference for yourself. Then we can trace a plan.”

Maven looked like she wanted to argue that there was no plan to be traced, that there was only one solution for that spell’s effects, but instead she took a deep breath in.

“Yes.” She squared her shoulders. “I’ll go and assess the damage.”

Putting on a brave face, Maven left the room first, followed by Hilda and lastly Myra. When Johanna saw them coming, she smiled.

“Good afternoon, you three! Maven, will you help me make some tea? Yours definitely tastes better. I’ll get the biscuits”

Such a simple question, yet it seemed to throw Maven off completely. She followed Johanna to the kitchen and began doing as she was told, but every few seconds or so she’d glance at the woman, nearly dropping boiling water on herself when she caught Johanna staring.

“Looks like it’s working.” Hilda whispered to Myra from their seats at the table, where they were watching the interactions in front of them with no small amount of interest.

“Sure does.” She chuckled. “Now we sit back and enjoy the show.”

_#_#_#_

“It’s worse than I thought it would be.”

“What is?”

The three of them were just outside Hilda’s building, close enough that Johanna wouldn’t be suspicious about Hilda going too far without warning her but far enough that she wouldn’t hear them talking either.

“Johanna’s situation!” Maven hissed as she kept her voice down even though she wanted to scream. “Didn’t you notice? She was… looking at me when she thought I wouldn’t notice. Also she was smiling all the time and laughed even when I didn’t joke! She blushed when we hugged goodbye, for crying out loud! I have no idea how you two did this to her.”

Watching Maven pace back and forth on the sidewalk, the two girls stared at her.

“You have got to be the stupidest person alive.” Myra said, which made her sister turn to her abruptly with her face scrunched in both confusion and irritation.

“What Myra means.” Trying to prevent a fight between the two Underhills, Hilda put one hand around Myra’s shoulders and squeezed, as if wordlessly telling her she needed to behave for their plan to work. “Is that now you know you’ve got to break it!”

Maven glanced away from Hilda, biting her lip before remembering she shouldn’t let any nervousness show. If she wanted her apprentice and her sister believing that Johanna was simply a friend to her, than she had to act less anxious about that whole ordeal. There was such a thing as ‘friendship kisses’, weren’t there?

“Yes.” She said with as much confidence as she could in that moment. “Yes, you’re right. I’ll go back in and solve this already.”

“What? No, you can’t do that!” Walkimg away from Hilda, Myra stopped in front of her sister to place her hands on her upper arms, stopping her from going back into the building. Maven lifted an eyebrow.

“And why not?”

“Well, you can’t just walk in and kiss her. Johanna’s a lady, Mavey. You’ve got to treat her like such! The bare minimum you can do is to ask her out on a proper date.”

“A date?!” Maven gasped, almost choking on her words.

“Of course! I really doubt she’d appreciate you going in there and kissing her like some brute. You’ve got to do something nice, woo her.”

As she grabbed her sister’s wrists and made her stop holding her arms, Maven scowled. “Could we not talk about wooing people in front of their daughters?”

“No, no, I’m with Myra.” Hilda chimed in, which made Maven stare at her with a look of utter betrayal on her face. Though it felt encouraging that her teacher had expected her to be on her side, Hilda would have to let her down just that once. “I think my mother would much rather you took her on a date before doing it. It sounds much more considerate, don’t you think?”

“I don’t want her to get the wrong idea.” Maven sighed, looking like she was starting to be swayed in their direction.

“You can always explain the reason behind your actions after it is done.” Myra pointed out. “But you won’t be able to change the way this whole experience affects what she thinks about you. Better to do it right, don’t you think?”

Seeing she had neither of their support, the witch sighed in defeat.

“Fine. I’ll come here tomorrow and ask her out. But let’s go home right now, I’m exhausted.”

“Of course, sister dear!”

“Goodbye then, Hilda. Rest assured that we’re going to have a long chat about completely undignified use of witchcraft when this matter is settled.”

When Myra chuckled, Maven tapped her arm. “I don’t see what is so funny, you’re grounded until second notice.”

Maven began walking away, and Myra followed slowly, walking backwards with her face turned to Hilda. She grinned and shrugged, making the girl giggle. Their plan was working swiftly, and no retribution from Maven’s part would be bad enough to not be worth having seen her come unglued in that way.

“She’ll thank us.” Myra formed the words on her lips though no sound escaped, and Hilda nodded in agreement before waving. She, too, was now certain they were doing the correct thing. Now it was only up to the two women to make the right choices as well.

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