Chapter Fifty One
Chapter Fifty–One
“Hold his hand out.” I pulled it out far enough, and Ronnie looked at me.
“What?”
“Hold his right hand out now.” My father was screaming.
“What the fuck are you doing? Ronnie, if you fucking listen to her I will kill you,” He snarled. His aura tried to come out, but it didn’t reach us.
What the hell?”
“Your dad spelled this cell so that he couldn’t make us release him. He wanted to make sure he wouldn’t be a danger to the pack.”
I nodded and braced myself. I pulled his hand out as far as I could and nodded to Ronnie. He wrapped his hand. around his arm. Once he was settled, and he gave me a nod, let go. I wrestled his hand open, and I pulled the knife from my back pocket.
“Amy, what are you doing?” My father fought harder, slamming Ronnie’s back against the bars.
“Do you trust me?” I fought to hold his hand straight as I brought the knife closer.
“Of course. But what are you doing?”
“If I’m right, what I am about to do will not be pretty, but it needs to be done.”
“What are you talking about?” He pushed back against the bars, but I couldn’t hesitate any longer. I cut into the skin on the back of his hand, peeling it back as I went. He went crazy. Screaming, howling and pulling back his hand, but with the two of us holding on, my dad couldn’t beat the two of us. “Amy?” Ronnie’s voice wavered as I continued to cut the skin away.
“He will heal. I need to get this off of him.” I strained as I finished cutting around the sigil. Then I scrapped the skin away from the muscle and bones underneath.
Ronnie gagged as I worked, but I couldn’t think of it. I couldn’t think that this was my father, and I was peeling his skin off. This was saving him. That was all I could focus on. “Amy.” He gagged again. My father used his feet pressed against a few bars, trying to rip his hand from our grasp. He pushed and screamed, fighting harder, nearly dislocating his arm in his fight to get away from us.
“I’m almost done.” I finished and ripped the skin from his hand as Ronnie lost the fight and his arm slipped back. into the cell. I fell to the ground, clutching the flesh in my hand.
“Amy, what the fuck is going on?” Ronnie looked down at the blood that covered him and nearly emptied his stomach again.
“Magic.” I stood and walked back over to the bars. I watched as the skin regrew over my father’s wounds and I breathed in a sigh. I turned to face Ronnie and checked, but the sigil was truly gone. I moved the chunk I had in my hand and sure enough, the pink sigil still burned there. “I got what I needed. Stay here with him. I’m going to finish this, I will call you once it’s done.”
“Amy, are you sure?”
“Yes.” I went to pat his shoulder, but he dodged my bloodied hand. “I’m sure. Let me out of here.” Ronnie walked me up the stairs and released me. I ran the entire way back to the house and up to my safe. I grabbed the book of
shadows and ran back to the clearing. Once there, I called to my grandmother.
I looked around, dropping to the ground and waiting, but even after five minutes, I was left alone. I flipped the
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book open and went page by page until I found the one I needed. The reversal of the infatuation spell.
I called out one more time before I realized she wasn’t coming. It was up to me to save my father from this. I felt the panic bubble inside of me, but both Megan and Nix came closer to the surface, lending me their strength.
We are here. You can do this. Nix’s smoky voice comforted the and I nodded.
“It says I need a fire.” I stood and ran back into the forest, searching for dead wood and twigs, anything that I could use to build a fire. “I have to make it hot enough to destroy both the necklace and the skin.”
Heat won’t be an issue, keeping it going long enough will be. Gather a lot of wood. Megan’s voice cut in and I nodded to myself. I made multiple trips, gathering enough wood to burn all night. Then I grabbed stones I found to create a barrier from the remaining grass. I didn’t want this to get out of hand.
“Okay. I think I’m ready.” I barely took a breath as I arranged the stones and placed the dead wood and twigs. I felt my wolves pull back, and I took a deep breath before I linked myself to my power, gripping the white pot that just budded. And I flipped to a different page.
