Amelda stepped forward. She’d been inside the circle all along, but I hadn’t noticed her. Before she spoke, she put her hand on my forehead. It was a very maternal gesture that I hadn’t expected.
“The herbs will help,” she said. “Perhaps not as much as before, but they will help. There’s just so much magical poison in her, and it’s a dead witch’s spell to boot. For the first time, I think that something might be outside of our powers.”
“So, it’s hopeless?” Remy sounded on the edge off hysteria. “All we can do is slow it down with the herbs?”
“I said it’s outside of our powers.” Amelda swallowed hard, “But there is something else.”
“Anything,” Remy said, and suddenly, I saw how witches could go bad.
His desperation to save me was palpable. He really would have done anything to save me. Even if it was something dark. Fortunately, it hadn’t come to that yet.
“We can counteract the spell, but not with magic.” Amelda swallowed hard again. “What we need is the blood of a vampire.”
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This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons alive or dead is a coincidence.
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