Bitter Revenge

Chapter 29

(Stella King's POV)

"Huge problem. My aunt might as well be sending a world's worth of soldiers after Fiona! What should I do?" I paced in front of Harley, who was my only ally at the moment. "I can't understand why you care about her so much. But are you really willing to give up your status in the coven for a vampire you barely know?" I stared at her, seeing the effects of the years of brainwashing this stupid coven has done to everyone. "Even if she was a human, or a werewolf, or a fucking fairy, it wouldn't be right to sit on the side and let my coven kill someone who has done nothing wrong. You just haven't met her, I feel like you'd like her." I continued my pacing and saw a spark of purple next to me.

I turned and saw Harley muttering Latin words that I recognized as a spying spell. Right, my friend is a detective. She could send Fiona a message of warning. Her eyebrows scrunched and I managed to see the purple swirling smoke open in the middle to show a snowy forest before the smoke dissipated. "Wha- what happened? Why'd you stop?" I asked, stressed out of my mind for Fiona's safety. "I didn't. Something is blocking my magic. It felt strong." I frowned and felt my eyebrows furrow from the worry I was carrying. Harley reached up and tucked a strand of my red hair behind my ear, smiling comfortingly. "Oh relax. She's a full grown vampire who's capable of caring for herself. Your girlfriend will be fine."

My face glowed red at her calling Fiona my significant other. "She is not-" I started arguing before she shushed me. "Chill. I won't judge. If anything I'm with you. I was planning on telling you soon anyway. I most definitely can't stay in the Royal Coven, seeing as I found out I'm bisexual. You can totally be with girls, although I have mixed feelings about your taste." I just looked at her for a long time, stuck in my head. I'm not gay. I just want to return the favor. She saved me from Calvin, she took care of me in a time where she thought I was vulnerable. It's only fair for me to stop an army of witches from my coven that I probably grew up with and are only following orders to return the favor.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, pulling at some knots. "I... don't think I'm gay. I care about Fiona, you have no idea how sweet and smart and gentle she is." Harley gave me a look but shrugged, assuring me that my sexuality didn't matter to her. "NOT THE POINT! WHAT DO I DO ABOUT THE ARMY?!" I panicked again at the memory of seeing 50+ witches walking into the Tree of Trials. "You are literally the strongest Ignis witch in this coven. Take them on or something." I sighed deeply at that, that'll never work. I may be strong, but I don't have the heart to hurt innocent people. I'm the best Ignis witch because of my technique, not because of my skills on the battlefield.

***

Sleeping the stress away was definitely a good idea. I drew shapes from the squiggles on the back of my eyelids until they formed into something different. A room, more like a library and 2 figures were in my vision. I walked over and saw Fiona and that vampire lady that saved her. I got a better look at her, wanting to remember her features well. Long chestnut hair, pretty hazel eyes sprinkled with yellow, and pretty lively peach skin. "We're here but what now? I met the Queen, a lovely woman, but how do I prevent my death?" Fiona's voice made my stomach tighten, I hadn't heard the rasp and pitch in more days than I'd like. "Like I said, we need to address The Highest Court. The Royal Coven can't get away for what they almost did to you. It's illegal to attempt to kill someone because of personal biases without reason. If you had done something wrong, that'd be different. But you didn't. And even if you did, Queen Valerie would pick your punishment, not a High Priestess."

Her voice was soft, almost like it was a blanket hugging me. "And what about Stella? She won't be held accountable will she? Because if she is, I'm not going through with this." I felt my heart squeeze and a stupid smile cross my lips. "I don't know. That's up for the court to decide. But seeing as she was doing nothing more than following orders, she shouldn't receive any major repercussions- if any at all. Plus, you can vouch for her. I'll be vouching for you." Fiona's eyes went wide and looked at her vampire friend with admiration but confusion. "You're vouching for me?" Miss Savior (that'll be her name for now) just giggled at her response. "Yeah. Like, I'm your lawyer or something. I owe you for keeping you in the dark for decades. Plus, you're my friend, like a little sister to me." Fiona just smiled and then stretched, putting her hands behind her head and fake pouting. "You're so cheesy."

"I'm cheesy? Look who's talking. You're here playing Romeo and Juliet with a witch that almost got you killed. 'I won't go through with this if she dies.'" Miss Savior reached up and laid her hand on her forehead dramatically, using a theatrical voice to mock Fiona. Fiona dryly laughed before giving her a hard punch. "Oh whatever. It's only a coincidence that she's my mate. Besides, I don't think she'll accept me. She'd have to break her coven's rules, and I can't ask that of her. So who cares if I wanna play Romeo, I'm not doing it to win her over or anything." I frowned a bit at her words, realizing that Fiona thought I wouldn't endanger my status for her. The thought of her thinking of me like that made my heart ache and my stomach churn.

"Right. Anyway, Queen Valerie will contact The Highest Court to settle this soon. For now, sit tight. Even if they sent an entire army to search for you, they don't know we booked it to Maine. Plus the invisibility forcefield will buy us quite a bit of time. And by then, we'll already be done with the court case." They're in MAINE?! Wow. Forcefield? Is that why Harley couldn't use her spying spell? How did vampires even manage to do that? I was snapped out of my thoughts at the realization that I had either dreamed this whole conversation or I'm somehow watching them from the other side of the country.

***

My eyes snapped open at the realization and as I looked around, I saw it was too early in the morning to be awake. But I heard something, thumping. No- stomping is a better term. I peeked out my window and couldn't believe my eyes. So the search begins now!