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( call it fate, call it karma by the strokes ) "THIS'LL HELP." Marin says, walking out of her kitchen and into the living room where Darcy sat on the couch beside Kaia, wrapped up in a crocheted blanket. She hands her a green mug, and Darcy accepts it with a thankful nod. "It's patchouli and asafoetida."
Darcy had been watching Marin grind up the dried herbs for the past five minutes as Kaia caught the rest of the girls up to speed. Gwen and Sloane had met them at Marin's after getting calls that it was 'time to talk'. Ivy never showed.
Darcy wondered what Marin was thinking, having five random teenage girls in her apartment and having to explain to them that they were so called 'moon-born witches'.
Marin knew a lot, and never really gave a solid answer when Kaia asked how.
The bleeding had stopped, but it was dried to Darcy's cheeks and a throbbing headache remained. As she sipped on the tea, she questioned whether or not she was naïve for drinking another drink prepared by a stranger. Especially when that stranger had been accused of killing her family several years ago.
But there was apart of Darcy that felt safe around Marin. She'd always heard her own rumors, had her own thoughts. Even the fact that she was about thirty years younger than Darcy had initially pictured her, was enough to show that her preconceived notions really meant nothing.
Marin stepped back and crossed her arms as she leaned against the wall. She took a breath. "The best thing you three can do- and the other one-"
"Ivy." Gwen said.
"Ivy." Marin added. "Is stay clear of each other. At least out in public. The Dumont's already caught Darcy, if they see you with her they'll be onto you next."
"So what will they do?" Sloane shrugs. "When they 'catch us'?" She uses air quotes.
"They'll monitor your every move. They'll wait for you to make a mistake, and will be there to strip you from your magic the second you do." Marin responds. "Men can't have witch's magic. But the Dumont men can, and only by taking. That family has a special gene- similar to yours- that grants them the power to do so."
Marin had explained that the reason the four of them had been granted these 'abilities' was because it was literally in their blood.
Gwen had asked that if she hadn't been in the lighthouse that night, if she would have been become one of them. Marin said this would've happened whether they were on four different continents. And what happened at the lighthouse, was strictly, coincidence.
"So they're like police?" Gwen crossed her arms and plops back against the couch. "Witch police?"
It sounded worse than witch hunter, but they weren't really that either.
