Behind me, Monica kicked and struggled with her bonds. She spat out her gag and looked at me with wide, hectic eyes.
“Is she dead?” Monica asked softly.
I looked at Andrea. For a moment, she was still. But then her chest began to slowly rise and fall, and her lips parted for breath.
“No. She’s still breathing.”
Keeping one eye locked on Andrea, I got to my feet and untied Monica from the chair.
“Stay here in case she wakes up,” Monica said quickly. “I’ll be right back.”
“Monica, we have to get her out of here,” I hissed. “We need to take her to Henrik and Ligeia before she wakes!”
“I swear, I’ll just be a second,” Monica said. She darted up the stairs and I sighed heavily.
“Jesus fucking Christ, what now?” I muttered under my breath. I kept my eyes glued to Andrea, making sure that she wasn’t moving. She twitched every so often, but for the most part, I was relieved.
Monica’s footsteps thundered down the stairs. Her face was a mask of rage and she ran over to Andrea’s body and kneeled. Before I could stop her, she held her knife—the sacred athame—over Andrea’s chest and plunged it into her chest.
Chapter Six
“What are you doing?” I screamed. “What the fuck did you just do?”
Dark, red blood—hotter and denser than I ever would have imagined—spilled from Andrea’s chest at a rapid rate. Her breathing slowed and my eyes filled with tears as I watched her shirt turn from white to a deep, reddish black that soaked through the cotton material.
“I had to,” Monica said stiffly. She stared at me with no hint of remorse. “Elizabeth, I had to do it.”
“Are you crazy?” I yelled. “You killed her! How the fuck are we supposed to take her to Henrik and Ligeia now?” I covered my face with my hands and shut my eyes tightly. No, no, no, no, no, I thought. This can’t be happening. This is a dream—any minute from now, I’m going to wake. No!
“This isn’t a dream, Elizabeth,” Monica said harshly. “I had to do it. You know I had to do it. What if we can’t find the coven? What would we do if she woke in the woods and took control of us again?”
“Monica…” Tears streamed down my face. “I can’t believe you.”
“Then don’t,” Monica said stiffly. “But I need you to help me carry her body.”
“No…” I bit my lip and burst into sobs. “I can’t. I can’t do this anymore.”
Monica grabbed my hands and held them tightly. I tried to twist out of her grasp but she held on with surprising strength.
“I know, it’s hard,” Monica said. “But Elizabeth, you swore. You swore loyalty to the coven, and to me.”
“You killed her!” I shrieked. “That’s not what the plan was!”
“It was the plan for last time,” Monica said. “And you couldn’t go through with it, remember? Your will was so weak that she possessed you before you even crossed the threshold!”
I slumped over. “I can’t believe this is really happening,” I whispered. “I want it to stop.”
“It will,” Monica said. “I promise. But I need your help. Come on,” she added. “We have to work quickly.”
I let out a choked sob when I looked down at Andrea’s body once again. Blood still spurted from her chest, soaking her body and dripping down to the concrete floor.
“There isn’t much we can do to clean up,” Monica said. “I promise, it’ll be okay. Come on.” She grabbed Andrea’s feet. “You get her head and shoulders.”
“No,” I whimpered. “I can’t.”
Monica rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she said. “Take her feet then. See if I care.”
I bit my lip as I got to my feet and grabbed Andrea by the ankles. When Monica lifted her by the shoulders, her head lolled back. Like a corpse. She’s like a dead person already.
We carried her up the stairs, Monica going first, as quickly and quietly as we could. Blood dripped from Andrea’s body and splattered the stairs, the hall, and the porch as we lifted her body through the front door and into the woods behind Andrea’s house.
My mind ran wild with horrible thoughts. We’ve finally done it. We finally have something that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Monica’s face stayed calm and composed. Her brows were knitted together with the struggle of carrying Andrea’s body, but otherwise, she looked unperturbed. It bothered me—sure, Andrea had been a witch—but did she deserve to die?
Stop, I told myself as we waded deeper and deeper into the woods. You’re not going to get anywhere by thinking like that.
Monica stumbled and for a moment, we almost fell. But she regained her footing at the last second.
“We’re close,” Monica said. “I can almost smell it.”
“I can’t smell anything but blood and dead leaves,” I said morosely as we stumbled together past a large tree. “Are you sure?”
In my arms, Andrea stirred. Her lids fluttered but her eyes didn’t open, and her lips were parted. She drooled on her face and her forehead was screwed tight with pain.
“She’s still alive,” I breathed. “I can’t believe it.”
“Well, yeah,” Monica said haughtily, as if I’d somehow offended her. “I didn’t mean to kill her. I just meant to subdue her spirit.”
“You stabbed her in the chest,” I said. It was hard to keep the accusing tone out of my voice. “How the hell did you know that she wouldn’t die?”
Monica shrugged, as best as she could while still carrying Andrea. “I didn’t,” she said. “But it worked out.”
Anger and shame raced through my body. I closed my eyes and leaned against the trunk of a tree. “I’m getting tired,” I said. “I can’t carry her for much longer.”
Monica sighed. “We’re almost there, just a little bit longer.”
“She’s heavy,” I said. I glanced down—Andrea’s face was paler than usual, and her lips were white. “She’s losing a lot of blood,” I added. “Will Ligeia be able to cure her?”
Monica didn’t answer. She led the way and I had no choice but to follow behind as she led me through the dark woods. As we moved further and further away from Jaffrey, I could swear that the woods became lusher. Buds appeared on the trees, and there was a hint of green grass under the leaves.
“Almost there,” Monica heaved. Her own face was red with sweat and the effort of carrying Andrea. “Just a little bit longer.”
I wondered if she was saying that more for the benefit of herself than for me.
Eventually, we stumbled onto a clearing of lush, emerald grass. Déjà vu hit hard when I realized it was the same clearing where Ligeia had initiated me. A chill ran through my body—that all felt like so long ago, even though not much time had passed.
“Henrik!” Monica yelled. “We’re here!”
Seconds later, the wizened old man appeared. He wore robes of cobalt, and his white hair was bound with a leather strap. When he saw Andrea, he nodded gravely.
“Good,” Henrik said.
“Good? She’s nearly dead,” I cried. “You have to help her!”
Ligeia glided out of the woods, moving swiftly in her ivory robes. Her blue eyes flashed when she saw Andrea’s bleeding form on the grass and I saw a flash of hatred behind her dark pupils.
“You’ve brought Prudence,” Ligeia said stiffly. “I see that she was wounded.” She glanced at Monica. “Care to explain?”
“I had to subdue her,” Monica said. She licked the sweat off her upper lip and we set Andrea’s body gently in the grass.
“I see,” Ligeia said. “I trust you.”
Guilt and remorse hit me like a truck. For a moment, I felt like I would pass out. All I could do was stand there and watch, horrified, as Andrea twitched. Her lids fluttered again, and her lips were moving.
“She’s trying to say something,” I said, pointing towards Andrea’s mouth. “Look, she’s trying to talk.”
Ligeia waved her hand dismissively in the ai
r. “Prudence was never the silent type,” she said. “Henrik, please attend to our guest.”
Henrik scooped Andrea’s body up with ease, cradling her in his arms. He carried her over to a tree and propped her up, resting her back against the massive trunk. A sinking feeling came over my chest and I swallowed hard as Henrik pulled leather cords from a pouch at his side and tied Andrea to the tree.
Ligeia stepped closer. Her blue eyes were glassy and her lips were curved into a calm smile.
“I can feel the power leaving Prudence,” she said, resting her hand on the trunk of the tree. “The power is seeping into the earth, giving me strength.” She looked at me, her eyes flashing. “Tell me, child—do you feel it, too?”
“Please don’t let her die,” I begged. “Please, it would be wrong.”
Ligeia ignored me.
“Monica,” she said sharply. “Come here.”
I grabbed Monica’s wrist and tried to pull her back. “Monica! Don’t let them do this! We have to save her,” I said hotly, gesturing towards Andrea’s trussed body. “Do the right thing,” I begged. “Come on, please!”
Monica stared at me and slowly shook her head. “We must respect the wishes of Ligeia,” she said.
“Monica, she could die! She’s already close,” I whimpered. Hot tears of regret streamed down my face. “What did we do?” I whispered. “Why did we do this?”
Monica stared at me with no hint of guilt.
“We did it because we had to,” she said softly. “Sleep now, Elizabeth.”
Monica’s hand waving in front of my face was the last thing I saw before I passed out.
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“I have to do this, Elizabeth,” Andrea said. She glared at me. “It’s all because of you that evil has come to Jaffrey, and we must do what we can to rid ourselves of this evil.”
“No,” I whimpered. “Please, Andrea, have mercy on me!”
“I cannot,” Andrea said. “You’re a witch, and you must be put to death.”
Andrea snapped her fingers and two large, muscular men came up to me and grabbed me, wrapping their meaty fingers into my upper arms until I cried out in pain. I tried to struggle, but it was useless—the men kept a firm grip on me, marching me across the dusty floorboards.
“You must confess,” Andrea said. She held a Bible close to her body and gestured towards a wooden contraption that looked like a large frame.
“She will,” one of the men chuckled. “They always do.”
Panic exploded in my chest when I realized what they meant to do. The men lifted me onto the wooden frame, securing my ankles and wrists at each end until I was stretched out on my back. My shoulders ached with the effort and the rough ropes cut into the soft skin of my wrists.
“Confess, Elizabeth,” Andrea said. “Confess your sins, and perhaps God may spare you a painful death.”
“Please don’t do this,” I begged. Tears of fright came to my eyes and streamed down my face. I blinked them away but they kept coming and soon my chest heaved with sobs.
Andrea stood there, looking down at me with a smug expression on her face.
“Confess,” she said. “You only have one chance.”
“Please,” I whimpered. “Please, please don’t hurt me!”
Andrea smiled and shook her head. “Too late for that,” she said. “You should have been more godly, Elizabeth. The Holy Father is the only one who can save us.” Andrea gestured to the men and one of them stepped closer, wrapping his hand around a wooden handle protruding from the rack.
“Now,” Andrea said. “Elizabeth has chosen not to confess. Just a light touch, at first,” she said, smiling wickedly. “Then perhaps Elizabeth will choose to reveal the names of her conspirators.”
“My what?” I gasped. “Andrea, what are you talking about?”
Andrea laughed. “Have you gone mad?” She stepped closer, gazing down at me and cocking her head to the side. “I don’t know of this Andrea… I am Prudence, Prudence Arrowsmith.”
The man pulled the handle to the side and I felt my body stretch painfully. I cried out in agony as all of my joints strained and stretched. Loud popping sounds filled the room and I screamed. The man kept going until Andrea held up her hand.
“Stop,” she said. “Elizabeth, are you ready to tell me the names of your coven?”
All I could do was shriek and scream in pain. Andrea’s words barely reached me as my unbearable agony grew to an all-time high.
“Elizabeth!”
This time, it wasn’t Andrea calling me. I would die, I realized as I lay there. I would die and this was the end of it.
“Elizabeth!”
My eyes flew open. I bolted up in bed, sweating and trembling. My mother stood right there, her hand still on the switch of my bedside lamp.
“Elizabeth, you were screaming in your sleep!”
My joints still tingled. I swallowed hard and tried to take a deep breath of air as I rubbed my wrists.
“Elizabeth, honey, you have to get up now.”
I rubbed my eyes, then looked outside.
“Mom… it’s still dark,” I said sleepily. “What’s going on?”
Mom sat down on the bed, her forehead creased with concern. “Honey, there’s been an incident,” she said slowly.
My heart pounded with fear. No, I thought. No! They can’t have already found out about Andrea! They can’t be here to arrest me! The bitter taste of iron seeped into my mouth and tears came to my eyes.
“I know, sweetie, it’s sad,” Mom said. She sniffled. “That poor little girl.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What… happened exactly?”
“Your poor friend, Andrea D’Amico, is missing,” Mom said. She wiped her eyes. “No one can find her, and the whole town is looking.”
I blinked. “She’s… missing?”
Mom nodded sadly. “Yes, honey. Her mother came home and she was nowhere to be found.”
“Was…” I bit my lip, not wanting to incriminate myself. “Did she leave a note? Anything?”
“No,” Mom replied. “The house was spotless. It didn’t look like anyone broke in.” She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. “It’s just so sad, that poor thing!”
All I could do was stare. “Mom… why do I have to get up?”
“Because the whole town is going to form a search party,” Mom said quietly. “We’re going to look for that darling little angel and make sure she’s okay.”
I blinked.
“Honey, don’t you want to find your friend?”
The dream memory of being on the rack flooded back to me and I whimpered in pain, rubbing my wrists.
“Of course you’re sad,” Mom said. “I know, I am too. But that’s not an excuse not to help, sweetie. We’ve got to make sure that Andrea is okay.”
I frowned. “Mom… what about Monica?”
My mom looked confused. “What about her?”
“When she went missing… no one cared,” I said slowly. “No one even lifted a finger to look for her.”
Mom blinked. “I don’t know, sweetie,” she said. “Come on, get dressed. We’ve got to meet the search party in twenty minutes.”
I shivered as I looked outside before pulling on jeans and a hoodie. It was a cold night—I could feel the blistering chill through the panes of my window—and the last thing I wanted to do was look for a girl who was trussed up in the woods somewhere.
Suddenly, it hit me. Andrea was still controlling the town. If everyone was so concerned about her being missing, she must still be manipulating them. Cool relief washed over me. That means she’s not dead. That means that somewhere, with the coven, she’s still alive.
The news didn’t fill me with as much joy as I thought it would.
I spent hours in a search group with Aidan, my parents, and some other kids from school. Everyone cried so hard they could barely walk. It was strange to be in a group of people with eyes red from crying and noses dripping with snot.
They weren’t like
this at all when you left, Monica, I thought bitterly as I swept my flashlight over what felt like the millionth yard. She’s still doing this—she wants to be found.
It was eight in the morning by the time the police called for a temporary break. I stood, shivering and exhausted, with nearly everyone in Jaffrey as a minister from Andrea’s church administered a blessing. By the time I got home, I was so tired that I collapsed into bed and passed out for hours.
By the time I woke, the sun was shining high in the sky. My mom, dad, and Aidan were all out of the house—I guessed they’d gone back to searching for Andrea. The air outside was filled with the cries of Andrea’s name, and the sound of people sobbing as loudly as they could.
I don’t get it, I thought as I stretched and reached for my phone. This is too much.
I hesitated for a second before calling David.
“Hey,” David said. He sounded concerned. “What’s going on?”
“Everyone here has lost their minds,” I said softly. I sniffled, then burst into tears as I recounted the whole story over the phone.
David was silent for a long time. “Jaffrey’s fucked up,” he said quietly. “I was in jail there for like, three days. Just because I got caught driving in.”
“No one is paying attention now,” I said. I wiped my nose on my sleeve. “They’re all just obsessed with finding Andrea.”
“Do you want me to come over?”
“Please,” I whispered. “Please, David. I really… I really need a friend right now. Or an ally. Whatever. I don’t care. Just please come.”
David sighed. “I’ll be there in a few hours, okay? Meet me outside of town. I’ll text when I’m close.”
We hung up and I paced around the house until it was time to leave. I knew it was wrong—I shouldn’t have been spending time with David. I should’ve been looking through the woods, combing for the coven, and making sure that Andrea was safe.
But I was so worn out that I could barely think anymore. Life had been crazy for so long that it almost seemed routine.
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