Faithless

8 - Improbability

Ian

"You do know you're in trouble for lying to Zoey." Callum said as soon as we appeared back in his house, and I could still smell Megan's despair in the air as if she was there.

Strong emotions usually left an imprint behind, and hers weren't any different. But it also worked like a magnet to make my thoughts about her resurface, and leaving her behind was resulting in a very annoying uneasiness.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked Callum, making my way to his basement and listening as he followed me.

"There's no way you'll stay away from dear Megan, therefore you'll be back in her apartment." He explained and I glanced at him over my shoulder once I walked down the stairs, just in time to see his signature smirk.

"Zoey knows better than to believe a word I say." I rolled my eyes, not liking his tone. "And we won't find anywhere to keep Megan, so let's hope her cute face and big puppy eyes are enough to convince Zoey to let her stay."

I was sure Callum was also aware of that, and to be completely honest I trusted Zoey with Megan way more than I would ever trust him. I still didn't fully know his intentions, and there was always this feeling that you could never truly figure him out.

"She's quite something, isn't she? She looks so angelical and yet there's something else... deep inside her." Callum's red eyes glowed brighter as he spoke. "I know you sensed it. And I have a feeling she left quite an impression on you, cousin."

He was right but I wasn't in the mood to agree with him. I simply ignored his words and made my way to one of the cells in the back where I tossed the witch earlier.

After I managed to get into the white room to find Megan, I noticed the witch was sitting next to her bed. She was chanting and keeping her eyes closed, lost in whatever spell she performed. I knocked her out and brought her here when Nate ran away, she was probably the only one who knew what the fuck was going on with the archangels and Lucifer.

And I hoped she could also tell me the truth about Megan.

She did leave an impression on me, maybe something even stronger than that. I had never felt this curious or fascinated in all my five thousand years of life, and the last thing that would stop me from seeing her again was some stupid deal I made with Zoey.

"You're awfully quiet." Callum's whisper in my ear scared the shit out of me, I was so lost in thought that I didn't sense it when he approached me from behind. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"I'm not that cheap." I stepped away from him and closer to the cell, noticing the witch was sitting on the corner and very much awake. "Hi there."

The torches on the stone walls were brighter now so there was no shadow she could hide in anymore. She was staring at us with scared purple eyes, the deep gash on her forehead from when I bashed her head against the wall left her face covered in dry blood.

Her brown hair seemed sticky with blood as well and she looked awful, but I was the one to blame for that. She'd have an ugly bruise on her face and need some stitches, I almost hit her too hard... almost.

I had never seen her before though, but I could tell she was very powerful. Callum's cells were prepared to handle that, I knew he worked with witches before to help him make his little prison. He probably forced them to do it but at least it was strong enough to contain even lower demons.

The witch couldn't use her powers or escape, and I had a feeling she knew that already.

The dark green dress she was wearing was also stained with blood, and that reminded me that my face and my own clothes were still dirty as well. That's probably why Megan seemed so scared of me, but she'd eventually understand this was just a normal afternoon.