Finding You Always

Clarity

Chapter 161: Clarity

After her little confrontation with Sabine, Victoria returned to Belfry tower and used the freight elevator to take her to the secret, restricted floor high in the building. Her heels clicked on the floor, as she walked purposefully toward the darkened corner by a vent fan. Gothel looked up at her through her matted hair with a smirk.

"Let me guess...hope and belief are returning to certain residents of Hyperion Heights. I told you what would happen if they were together...you should have eliminated them," she hissed.

"You know very well why we cannot just kill them. I need their power...or my Anastasia will never draw breath again," Victoria responded.

"Yet if they come back into their power...I'm doomed, not that you care in the least," Gothel growled. Victoria smirked.

"As far as I'm concerned, you're just collateral damage, which suits me just fine. It's time to begin the next faze and force them to awaken my daughter. And you're going to help me," Victoria said, as she grasped the woman's chain. Gothel smirked.

"I don't think so...there is a reckoning upon us and soon I shall be free to finish what I started," Gothel warned. Victoria smirked.

"You are never getting rid of these chains, witch. You haven't heard yet...but I just learned that there has been a murder. I believe she was one of your witch friends?" Victoria questioned, as she showed the other woman the headline from her phone that was already trending in the city. Gothel frowned.

"They're saying it's tragic...but if they knew what I do about her and that she was part of your little cult that wishes to extinguish all that oppose you, then they'd probably be calling it justice," she said. Gothel snarled at her and pulled at her chains, as she tried to advance on Victoria, but the other woman smirked smugly, for the witch was well trapped by her bonds.

"Someone is hunting witches...enjoy the time you have left," she said, as she walked away, leaving Gothel seething in rage.

"ARE YOU INSANE?" Clayton screamed, as he chucked a glass at Nick, which he ducked and it shattered on the wall behind him.

"Some would say so...but I'm just a man with a mission, much like you, Collector," he responded calmly. Clayton seethed in barely contained rage, as he pounded his clenched fists on the desk. Little did either of them know, Cassidy Gold was listening to the entire thing from outside the office. But due to the closed door, the voices were muffled. Still...Clayton was obviously extremely agitated by this man, so he would report this meeting to Weaver.

"Look...I've been dormant long enough. And no one will miss the filthy little witch. I'm doing everyone a favor by eliminating her kind," Nick hissed. Clayton clutched his phone and showed him the trending headline.

"I don't care that she's dead...she was insignificant. But you could have made it look like an accident or something. This is too much attention!" he growled. Nick scoffed.

"No...an accident wouldn't do. Only the spilling of her blood can extinguish the evil of her kind," he replied. Clayton clenched his teeth.

"I do not care about what the madness in your head is telling you to do...you work for me and now you've potentially exposed yourself like a vein! You're my attorney! If you are caught...then Nolan will have no trouble connecting us," Clayton reminded.

"Nolan won't figure it out...I left no forensic trace," Nick assured.

"You're not getting it!" Clayton snapped.

"You don't know David Nolan like I do! A brutal murder of a young woman...he won't stop until he finds who is responsible and then I'll be implicated, because of your psychotic need to cut people up!" he shouted.