Heart of Yours

Chapter 70

Devon's POV

I didn't turn around to see if Samika even noticed that I left the table. I kept walking forward until I reached the table where the witch was already sitting. And the more I walk closer to her, the more she keeps changing her forms. Right now I am sitting with a girl who doesn't even look twenty years old. Light brown hair that reaches her shoulders, bright red lipstick that compliments her green eyes. She looks like someone I might have seen at some point in my life.

"Tell me faster so my girl wouldn't suspect that I'm cheating on her," I whisper and she smirks at me, then lets out a small chuckle.

"She wouldn't know," she says and looks at the table where Samika is. Right behind me.

I follow the line of her gaze, only to see that I find myself sitting with them too. It's like I am here and I am there too. As if the one here is the soul and the one there is the physical body. Either way, I just know that the witch made it happen.

"What do you want from me?" I ask her and she leans forward. I inhale her scent and that familiarly rings a bell in me but in a faint way.

"The end of my bargain is messed up because of someone who promised me things otherwise," she says and I raise my eyebrow.

"How fortunate it is, that I don't speak riddles," I smirked, which made her chuckle again.

And just like that, ever so slowly I see her change her form once again. Now I am looking at a woman in her thirties. Blonde hair and black eyes.

"Why do you keep changing the way you look?" I ask her and just when she is about to open her mouth, I ask her another question again,"what is your real form?"

"I am allowed to stay in my real form only when the ends of my bargains are set right. I trusted the cherry headed man but he left in the end up. For that to happen, I need a life" she says and I narrow my eyes at her.

"I need blood. Anyone's blood. But I'll have to kill them. They should be of supernatural race. Can you do that for me?" She asks again, and I still don't understand what she is trying to tell me here.

"I can grant you one wish in return. Anything magic related. But just this one favor. I am not allowed on supernatural lands. So I'll need someone's help," the lady in her sixties with silver hair tells me.

I just nod. Not because of the help in return, but because I don't think of any other possible death to John Adams than a sacrificial death.

Or maybe Samika is ready to give Alanna away. Or maybe Paxton. Oh I have a lot of names. But for now, I guess John Adams will do.

"I promise I'll help you when you are in need," the woman says and the second I blink, I am back at the table with Samika and the group.

Aunt Alanna is still staring at Samika.

"We'll have to get to pack once," I whisper but I grab the attention of Alanna and Brent as well.

Fucking great.