#fuck you *puts caleb in a corset*

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the vatore siblings for pride month because i am bisexual

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•𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐲𝐦𝐧𝐬•

| @EternallyVain & @FurtiveSpirit|

[I wish I could take my nails and claw the madness from my brain. I’d claw bit by bit until it’s all gone but I fear it would be nothing left of it. If given the opportunity I’d use my mouth to blow out the fire that urges my destructive nature.

If only the palms of my hands would be enough to cover my ears and drown out the voices I hear.

They are back again…

The mad ones as if they never left.

When my memories were gone, it kept them quiet and I only heard myself but now the mad ones have returned.

They scream in sync like a choir chanting again and again.

‘Kill, Kill’

‘Hurt them, they hurt you!’

‘You must have, you must control’

Each word leads me to self destruction as I follow their lead only to quiet them. It’s like I must give them what they want. Sometimes I think they are my desires and they pull and pull on me until I give into it.

Music invades my ears, drowning out the sound of the voices and their tiring screams. I focus on the bass and the lyrics falling from the woman’s lips on the speakers.

“ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒏,

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒊𝒏,

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏.”

I close my eyes swaying my hips seductively against Caleb, acknowledging his hard on. The feel of his hot body against mine is driving me wild with a promise. I’m override with lust.

“Fuck..” he cursed, moving my hair from my neck to slowly place kisses upon my soft skin. I feel his sharp canines nipping my flesh and teasing to feast upon me but he resisted. Instead he nears my ear and says “Why are we here, Alice?”]

I want to have a good time.

[I muttered to him, bringing my hand behind me to grip the back of his head so my fingers can invade dark ravenous hair. “We could’ve easily had a good time home in New York, you know? Without your other lovers giving daggers at me.” He refers to Sabine and Dominic standing below us on the other side in the lower V.I.P area. I was watching them too through the unnecessary glass she placed here.

Sabine knows me.

/They/ know me.]

Feeling threatened?

[A smirk spreads on maroon painted lips, provoking him purposefully. His hand trails down to my waist, his nails biting into the leather corset I was wearing. The other reaching down to grip my thigh through the open slit of my leather skirt. “Now why would I be threatened? You’re with me!”]

That’s the spirit…

[I couldn’t have him thinking too much. Not when he was apart of my plan to piss them off. I brought Caleb here because I knew they didn’t want him here.

I was still cross with Sabine over her leaving me to become human and I’m angry with Dominic for not being there for me. I almost died and he sent me to voicemail.

My memories are back now and therefore my rage towards them is in full effect. I’m feeling vengeful.

I saw them a week prior to coming tonight, They didn’t see me though and what I saw was surprising. I noticed how oddly close they had gotten. Bonded by their love for me and drawn to the “hatred” they supposedly had for one another.

I was no fool. I can easily smell them on one another.

I felt hurt and betrayed. I was supposed to be their everything! I didn’t mind them sharing their affection but it wasn’t in my reach. They enjoyed one another without me.

The hurt and betrayal started mixing together Both feelings boiling into one and that was anger.

I assumed the obvious. They both planned to forget about me and push me aside. Dominic had done it already by putting his search for his very dead wife before me. Sabine may have returned her vampirism but she was willing to die than to stick by me.

I was a mess and she wanted to clean her hands of me first chance she had gotten. Like I was web she had unknowingly walked through and wanted to shake off.

I kept my gaze on them, focusing in on their lips when they moved. “She’s going to act out, Dominic. I can feel it.” She tried to warn him but he’s too smug to listen “She knows better.” She rolled her eyes at his response “You clearly don’t know her like I do and that’s- I mean it’s not a dig at you.”

Dominics nimble digits enclosed around her slim waist, grabbing it and ruffling up her tight red dress to pull her into him. My heart dropped into my stomach, feeling a sickness coming over me.

He doesn’t stop there, he’s nearing his face towards her neck and then by her ear. Sabine is startled by his actions “Dominic! What are you—“ he cuts her off “She’s trying to get a rise out of us Sabine. Can’t you tell? So let’s beat her at her own game.”

Any other time the sight of them would’ve weakened me at my knees but this time it angers me. I bite down on my teeth, seeing red in my eyes as I allow my vampiric visage to take over my human form.

If this is the route they were willing to go then so be it. I knew how much this night club meant to Sabine. I helped her set it up. The main thing she wanted was a safe place without violence…

Too bad it’ll be another promise I was breaking and she broke plenty.

I turn around, grabbing the first man I see. I tug his broad frame into me, forcing his head to the side as I tear inside his neck viscously.

“𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔

𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅”

The woman sings through the speaker, her wording so ironic and fitting for every moment. What a perfect song choice, I thought as I’m tearing into him. His hands attempting to push me away.

Oh fear…

It’s settling into him and bringing the man great anxiety. His panic is settling in, I can hear it from how fast his heart thumps inside his chest.

“Alice?!” Caleb called me, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Stop it, Alice! Let him go!” What makes him think I’d listen? I continued to suck his crimson into the warm caverns of my mouth. His heart rate slows, body growing weak and almost limp. “God damn it, Alice! Let. Him. Go!” Caleb snapped at me, I rolled my eyes at him as I tear my fangs away from the mans neck.]

Fine. I’ll let him go.

[My lips spread into a smirk as I push the man. He stumbled back with very little strength, falling into the glass. The impact causing him to shatter it and fall right through. He was dead the moment he hit the floor with a hard splat that would only fall on vampiric ears.

His body dropped almost right in front of Dominic and Sabine who were surrounded by other humans.

The humans screamed, startled by what happened in front of them. They didn’t see me tearing into him but they did see him “drunkenly” stumble into the window and fall through.

I witness the hurt coming over Sabine, it’s all over her face. I caught her off guard. She would’ve never thought I’d go this far. Not with something she cared about.

Though she was no fool.

She suspected I changed along with every one else. She was wondering how much…

I was after power and revenge.

I wanted to take back what the people I had loved took from me and that being my strength.

If I hurt, so should they.

Regrettably I had not only hurt them. I hurt Caleb too in this cross fire. I brought him here carelessly as a pawn but I made him to understand me. He has no choice but to.

From the shared looks in Sabine and Dominic eyes I know they saw what I did for what it was.

An act of war

And I am far from done.]

[aroarachnid]

Hi my name is Hunter Wittebane Clawthorne Deamonne Noceda Jasper-Bloodwilliams and I have long blonde hair (that’s how I got my name) with brown streaks and a long strand that reaches my eyes and dark red eyes like spilled blood and a lot of people tell me I look like Caleb Wittebane (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Chief O'Bailey but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a grimwalker but my ears are long and pointed. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hexside in the Boiling Isles where I’m in the seventh year (I’m sixteen). I’m a golden guard (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly yellow. I love wolves and I sew them on all my clothes. For example today I was wearing a yellow corset with matching lace around it and a black leather trousers, brown gloves and brown combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hexside. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of witches stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

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Hey Molly

For Mollymauk Lives Fest Day Five: Resurrection AO3

The diamonds are heavy when they carry them in. Five years of scrimping and saving, of taking dangerous jobs because they paid so damn well, of taking low paying jobs just to make something instead of sitting around the Xorhaus moping, and it had all come to this. The table was draped with several blankets and pillows as they poured the diamonds out of the bags and into the center, spreading them out in a single layer. Jester was bouncing on the tips of her toes, biting her lip nervously. “Do you think we have enough?” she asked. Her hair had grown out in the last several years, though she had pulled all of it up into a high bun on the back of her head to keep it out of her way for this. There was a single strand of curled blue hair that dangled near her nose and she blew it away.

Her style had matured over the years, though her dress this day was still pink. It was less frilly and puffy and hung to the middle of her thighs. She’d ditched the corset and her old, green, short cloak but the Traveler still had a prominent place on the sash around her hips.

Caduceus was standing next to her with a large, kind hand on her shoulder. It had been a while since he’d come to visit them. The Grove was doing well now but Shady Creek was always a threat to the Wildmother’s expanding reach and influence in the area so he preferred not to leave Nila and her tribe alone there more than a few times a year, though he made a special trip out when they sent him a letter saying that they had finally acquired enough money. His hair was so long now it reached his still thin hips and was beautifully braided over his shoulder. He still wore the same armor but there were dents and cuts on it that told the story of his adventures. When he had left with them the very first time, the carapace had been spotless.

“I’m not the best at math, but Caleb has assured me that he has done the calculations. It will be enough.”

Fjord carried in the next bag and dumped it over onto the table, using his scarred, calloused hands to spread them out. He gave Jester a playful smile. “I’m surprised Veth hasn’t nicked any of it yet.” His real accent sounded smooth and Jester still felt a little thrill when she heard it, even after so long. His undercut had grown out to match the rest of his hair and there was only a bit more black than gray in it anymore. His usual armor had been put aside for today and he was wearing a loose gray tunic and black pants. The amulet around his neck had the Wildmother’s symbol carved into it, handmade by Caduceus for the Wildmother’s champion.

Veth kicked him in the back of the knee. Her dark brown hair was trimmed short with a shiny blue sapphire comb pushed through it. The comb had been a gift from Caleb after she’d been changed back into a halfling almost a year ago. She was wearing a handmade dress decorated with buttons and embroidery. Jester had helped her design it but she had sewn it all herself. “Dick!” she said, her three month old daughter in one arm and a small bag of diamonds in the other.

Fjord chuckled. “When Jessie’s first word is ‘Dick’ I’m gonna laugh so fucking hard.”

“So the fuck will I, what makes you so goddamn special?” Luc and Yeza were standing off to the side, leaning against each other and watching the scene with interest but not wanting to intrude on what was clearly a Mighty Nein moment. Veth handed off Jessie to Fjord so that she could climb up the step stool to dump the gems.

Fjord grinned at the baby and held her close, letting her hold onto his finger. “Hey there, little baby. Are you excited to meet-” he paused. “What will she call him? I’m Uncle Fjord, she’s Auntie Jester…”

Veth shrugged and held her arms out to take her child back. “He can pick. I get the feeling he’s not gonna like Uncle or Auntie. Those are too standard, he’ll want something more dramatic.”

They both looked up with Yasha stepped in the door of the war room, three bags of diamonds in her fists. Veth gave her a small smile and hurried over to stand beside her husband and clear the way. Fjord stepped around the table to stand beside Jester, gently pulling her close and kissing her hair. She looked up at him with a smile.

Yasha hesitated in the doorway, then stepped fully inside. “Beau has the last bag,” she said, sitting down two of the bags on the ground beside the table and dumping them out one by one. Her hair was fully black now, still braided in some places but mostly still loose around her shoulders. There was a scar, almost three years old now, across her left eye, leaving it milky white and difficult to see through.

When she had dumped out the last bag, Beau stepped into the doorway, a single bag tossed over her shoulder. “This it?” She asked, meeting everyone’s eyes one by one. She still routinely shaved her undercut but had grown out the hair on top of her head and it was braided down her back. Jester said it made her look like a storybook heroine. She didn’t wear blue anymore, not since the falling out with the Cobalt Soul and Dairon. She wore a dark green crop top and tan harem pants with jade on her wrists and neck and a gold ring in her nose.

Fjord nodded. “Caleb said there were ten bags, that’s nine empty bags over there. I think we’re ready once you pour out yours.”

She nodded and stepped towards the table, dumping out the last bag of diamonds. Veth and Yeza exchanged a silent glance and he nodded, kissing her cheek and taking their daughter. He lead Luc out of the room but the boy paused to kiss his mother’s cheek as well. She smiled, her eyes a little wet and whispered to him that she would see him at dinner.

After they left and Beau finished dumping her diamonds, Caleb stepped into the room. He paused in the doorway and took a deep breath, looking over the table and doing some math in his head. He nodded, confident that they had enough. His red-brown hair was about shoulder length and tied back at the nape of his neck. He was wearing a nice shirt and a leather vest. His pants were pressed and his shoes were shined. He only broke out this outfit on special occasions. None of them had seen it since Luc’s last birthday party. He had a silk scarf around his neck to half hide the slowly fading burn scar that crawled up his neck from under his shirt and ended just under his ear and behind the back of his jaw.

“You look very nice, Caleb,” Jester said, smiling kindly.

“You look fucking uncomfortable,” Beau said, smirking. “You sure you want him to wake up and think you still have that giant stick up your ass after all these years?”

Caleb flipped her off. He had become very free with that over the last several years. She secretly considered it a bonding moment every time. When he came up to the table she put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed. He sighed and laid his hand over hers to comfort her back. They had both been waiting for this moment since they’d seen their friend murdered five years ago. Everyone started forming a circle around the table, looking down at the pile of diamonds. Beau reached out to put a hand on Yasha’s arm. Her expression was stoic, but they knew her well enough to see how nervous and excited she was.

“Ready?” Fjord asked.

“As we will ever be,” muttered Caleb.

Beau grinned. “Let’s get the fucking show on the road.”

Caduceus held his hands out over the table. He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath and, suddenly, the diamonds shattered. They started floating around in the air above the table like a collection of stars, glittering in the moonlight that shone in the Rosohna sky outside the window.

After a few more seconds of quiet muttering, the diamonds started to coalesce in the shape of a body. There was a pop and the diamonds disappeared, leaving a tattooed purple body on the table in their place. At first, no one breathed. No one shifted, no one spoke.

Then, red tiefling eyes blinked open and looked around at them in confusion, then recognition. He grinned tiredly with pointed teeth and the entire room let out the breath it’d been holding.

“Hey, Molly.”

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A Marriage of Convenience {Chapter Sixteen}

“Jester…”

Jester looked up from the drawer she was stealing medical supplies from. She paused and didn't move for a moment but the infirmary was empty. “Mr. Clay?” she called, looking around. No answer, so she turned back to filling up her bag.

“Dear Jester, over here…”

Jester spun around this time, just at the right moment to catch a flash of green disappearing out the open outside door. Had that been open an moment ago? “Hello?” She called, starting towards the door. “I’m not scared of you, come out!”

She walked out the back door and found herself staring at the back of a person dressed in a green cloak, their curly red hair falling down around their shoulders. “I didn’t mean to frighten you,” they said, not turning to face her.

She frowned. “You didn’t frighten me. The wedding doesn’t start until this afternoon, guests should go in the main door.”

Vibrant green eyes turned to look at her and her heart started pounding when she recognized them. “Hello, Jester.”

“T-... Traveler?”

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“I look like a dumbass.”

“Yes, dear, but what do you think of the dress?”

Beau fixed Mollymauk with a glare and he just grinned at her. “It’s fine.” She started doing knee highs and then did a few jumping jacks. “Easy to move in, no sleeves, lightweight… Perfect for a runaway bride.” The dress was her grandmother’s wedding dress. It was short enough that she wouldn’t trip over it when it was time to run but long enough to cover the fact that she was barefoot.

“Yeah? You wanna do some more exercises, to be sure?”

He was teasing her but she rolled backwards into a handstand. The dress fell down in front of her face to reveal the pants she was wearing underneath and her hand popped out of the tulle to flip him off. “Fuck you.” She lowered herself back down and started bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I just… I just have so much energy. I don’t know what to do with it. It’s really happening.”

“You know that you’re not actually getting married, right?”

“That’s not the part I’m excited about, you dick. That is literally going to be the worst part of this entire day. Let’s go over the checklist, make sure that everything is ready. You have your bag of holding.”

“Check.” He picked it up off the armchair by one of the handles and then let it fall down again.

“Do you know what signal you’re gonna do?”

“I have an idea.”

“Lay it on me.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “No, I think I’ll keep it a surprise.”

She frowned and put her hands on her hips. “I don’t like that. You have to tell me.”

“No, I don’t think I do. Just trust me-”

“I don’t trust you in the least.”

“-you’ll be able to see it and you’ll recognize it when it comes.”

She just sighed and turned back to the mirror, trying to find something to do with her hair that her mouth wouldn’t despise. “Fine. You know what, that’s the least of my worries. How’s Caleb doing?”

At that exact moment, the door to her bedroom opened with a bang and Nott strolled in, under a disguise spell. For a moment Beau had forgotten what she looked like today and had froze . “Caleb is freaking out.” Nott said as she walked in, shutting the door behind her and hoping up on the armchair next to the bag. “I had to come in here to get away from his nervous pacing.”

Molly started towards the door. “I’ll go talk him off the cliff.”

When they were alone, Beau continued the checklist. “Is Fjord ready? Have you spoken to Jester today?”

Nott nodded and kicked her feet idly. “She talked to him yesterday and he said that the Gentleman was providing a boat. When we get to the docks, look for a big green guy, I guess.”

She frowned. “I don’t like that he’s coming with us. I barely know the guy.”

Nott shrugged. “Jester trusts him.”

Beau sighed. “Yeah. I guess that’s good enough for me. Where’s Yasha?”

“Still hasn’t come back from her trip. Caduceus Sent her a message to let her know we were making a break for it but he didn’t hear back from her.”

Beau frowned. “Damn. Down one hand, that’s gonna make this harder. And you know your part?”

“Hide under the chair and steal the key from your father’s pocket when he takes his pants off.”

“No, you’re other part.”

“Uhhh…. Poison Franklin?”

Beau turned back to her with a glare. “Did you forget to do that?”

Nott hopped off the chair. “Nope. On an unrelated note, I’ll be right back.”

She was halfway out the door when Beau called her back. “Nott!” she called. “Don’t kill the guy, okay? Just enough to make him sick.”

“Well that takes all the fun out of it.”

And then she was alone. She turned back to the mirror and let out a nervous breath. “Okay…” she muttered to herself, pulling at the corset and scratching at her boob. “Okay, Beau, you can do this. This is what you’ve been working your whole life for. Freedom is just a few hours away. You’ve got this.” She wasn’t sure how long she was alone in her room with only her own thoughts until there was a knock on the door and she flinched. “Yeah?”

“Are you decent?”

She swallowed a lump in her throat. “Come on in, Father.”

The door opened and her father walked in, wearing his usual robes. “You look beautiful,” he said, walking up and gripping her elbow until she turned to face him. “Your grandmother would have loved to see you in her dress.”

“Why are you here?” she asked, staring into his cold, unfeeling eyes. “I know it’s not just to compliment me.”

He sighed. “Your mother seems to be under the impression that you’ve been… almost too willing to go through with this wedding.”

“I thought that this what what you both wanted? Make up your goddamn minds, do you want me to be obedient or rebellious?”

“That wasn’t a complaint. That was suspicion. I am here to warn you.”

“Threaten me you mean?”

He continued on like she hadn’t spoken. “If you do anything to jeopardize this marriage… if you so much as cough at the wrong time… I will make your remaining life here a living hell.”

“Will you? You won’t just kill me like you killed EJ?”

He squeezed her elbow painfully and then dropped it. Yeah, that was gonna bruise. “That was your fault. You shouldn’t have let him take the blame for your misdeed. Regardless, your punishment will not be as swift. You will live, Beauregard, but I will make you wish you were dead. Understood?”

She turned away and then met his eyes in the mirror. “Understood.”

“I’ll see you at the ceremony, Beauregard. Do not provoke me today.”

The door slammed shut behind him. She felt rage building in her chest and her breath started getting sharp and angry. When a cry full of years of hatred, she punched the mirror. It shattered, fracturing her reflection. She took a deep breath and looked down at her bleeding knuckles.

Meanwhile across the hall, Caleb looked up when Molly entered his room. He was wearing his usual clothes without his coat and his cat was rubbing around his ankles in circles. “Hey, how you feeling?” Molly asked, though he knew the answer by the look on his pale, freckled face. “You look like someone who could use a drink.”

“I can’t drink. I can’t drink anything, I can’t eat anything. I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

Molly picked up the wood board covered in cheese and grapes. “Okay, that’s your problem, there’s nothing on your stomach. Eat something, it’ll make you feel better. What’s got you so worked up?”

Caleb hesitated, but picked up a small block of muenster cheese, popping it into his mouth. “There are so many ways this could wrong. Everyone involved could be jailed or worse. And all for a book that may or may not even exist. Why is Beauregard doing this? She could leave at any time but she’s putting herself and everyone she cares about through this rigmarole, for- for what? Just to die before sunset?”

“She’s doing it for you, obviously.”

“Why though?”

“Because she cares about you. We all care about you, Caleb.”

“You shouldn’t.”

Molly shrugged. “Well, that’s not really your decision, is it? Now, stop this panicking, there will be time for that later. Let’s get you dressed. Hold on, have another piece of cheese.” He waited until Caleb had popped a second square of cheese in his mouth before he sat the wood board down. He walked over to the clothes laid out on Caleb’s bed, a loose white shirt with high waisted black pants and antique cufflinks. “You gonna want my help or will my being here just make it more difficult?”

Caleb scratched at his red cheek and stared at his cat. “I can dress myself. But I may need your help with my cufflinks in a few minutes.”

Molly nodded and started back towards the door. “I’ll be waiting outside. Call if you need me.”

Molly was only waiting a few moments before Caleb’s door opened once again and the wizard stepped out, holding out his loose cuffs towards his tiefling friend and handing him the cufflinks. “If you would?”

“Certainly.” Molly took this time to admire the way Caleb looked. His hair was pulled back out of his face in a ponytail. The hand held in his own was soft and smooth and the pants he was wearing… damn.

They were both startled out of their private thoughts when Beau’s bedroom door opened. They looked up as Sir Eston stepped out and Caleb’s back went painfully straight. “Sir,” he said, quietly.

He nodded in greeting. “Just checking in on my daughter.”

Whatever else he might have said as the door closed behind him was interrupted as a maid jogged up, bowing at the waist when Eston turned his eyes on her. “Beggin your pardon, Sir. Franklin seems to have come down with a sudden flu. He regrets to inform you that he will be incapacitated for the remainder of the day at the least.”

Sir Eston scowled. “Damnit. Very well, send a butler to assist me in my chambers.”

Molly snapped closed the second of Caleb’s cufflinks and then cleared his throat. “Could I be of help, Sir?”

Eston frowned at him and gave him a judgmental look up and down but nodded. “You’ll suffice. Follow me.” He started down towards the room he technically shared with Georgina. Molly and Caleb exchanged a quick glance.

“It’s go time,” he whispered, grinning as he turned and followed quickly.

Caleb waited until he was alone in the hall and then started to slowly walk towards Beau’s bedroom door. He startled when there was a crash from inside and pushed the door open. “Beau?” he asked, worriedly, to find her staring at her bloody knuckles. He walked over to her and gently took her hand.

She flinched and snatched it away. “Don’t-”

“It’s just me,” he said, holding his hand out towards her still.

She hesitated but let him start tending to her raw knuckles. “I wanted to punch him,” she whispered after a few minutes of silence.

“Just now? What did he say?”

“No. Not now. Before, when-” She cleared her throat. “When I imagined escaping. I always thought I’d go out with a bang, literally. But, if the plan goes the way it’s supposed to, I won’t get the chance.”

“Look on the bright side. Maybe the plan will go horribly wrong and punching him will be the last thing you ever do.”

She snorted. “That’s the spirit, Caleb. You’re such a ray of sunshine.”

The redheaded wizard sighed as he finished wrapping up her wound. “Molly just left with him. Everything is in motion now. There’s no going back.”

She nodded and flexed her bandaged hand. “Let’s tear this motherfucker to the ground.”