The Dark Side of London

Chapter 14 Aurora

Marcel helped me up off the desk. Both of us fixed our clothing, I tried desparately to fix my hair. To make it so no one figured out what we were about to do. Marcel then intertwined his hand with mine and we left the office. Liam was waiting impatiently in the hallway, pacing back and forth. When he looked up and saw us, he let out a sigh. He then brought us down stairs to one of the many living rooms that were in this giant house. I swear it was like a castle. And there sitting on the couch was my older sister… Octavia. Her hair was longer than I had remembered, it was styled so that she had bangs across her face. Her face was a little fuller then I remembered, and she was dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans. But what startled me the most, was the small toddler in her lap. He looked to be barely two years old. Octavia looked up and met my gaze. 

“Oct… Octavia,” I whispered, feeling frozen to the ground I stood on. Octavia handed the toddler over to Antony and stood up from the couch. We both than ran to one another, hugging each other tightly. I felt tears fall down my cheeks. Relief flooding through me. Octavia was here, she was alive. My sister has been alive this entire time.

“You are alive, you are here,” I cried. Octavia pulled away and cupped my cheeks. She too was crying. Her eyes glazed with tears. I relished in my sister’s touch, I closed my eyes. I honestly thought I was never going to see her again. That Octavia had been taken from us forever. That I would never get to hug her again, but now she was here with us. 

“Yes, little sis. I am alive, and I am here with you. I have missed you so much,” Octavia replied. We hugged each other again. This time was tighter than the first time. I pulled away and my gaze fell to the toddler who was sound asleep in my brother’s arms. He was a cute little boy, I was trying to piece together who this was.

“Who is this handsome little man,” I asked. He truly was a handsome little boy. He had the same dirty blonde hair as Octavia. He had pudgy little cheeks, and was dressed in the cutest little pj set. It was covered in woodland animals. He had a blanket clutched in his hands. His face was buried in the crook of Antony's shoulder. It was an adorable sight.

“This little one is Rowan Seamus Jasper. He is my son and your nephew,” Octavia said. She returned to her seat next to Antony. Touching the little boy’s head. I stood up and walked over to the armchair that Marcel was sitting in, shocked on what I had just heard. He moved a little bit and I sat down next to him. He wrapped his arms around me. I immediately felt comfortable beside him. Both Liam and Julius were standing by the fireplace. Julius had a drink in his hand, no doubt coffee. How long had been they traveling? No doubt they all were exhausted. However, Liam’s eyes were glued to Octavia. Every time she moved, he would follow her. I was wondering who this boy was, and how Octavia became pregnant.

“I think you should tell Roe what you told us, Octavia,” Antony said sharply. Antony sounded extremely angry. What had Octavia told him that made Antony so angry? We were finally reunited with our older sister. Surely this was supposed to be a happy moment. And we had a nephew to dote over. Octavia always wanted to be a mom and now she got her chance. And now she has a little boy.

“You remember the diplomatic mission our mum sent me on two years ago? To help with one of the other covens, who was having issues with their local wolf allies? It wasn’t a diplomatic mission at all… It was a trap,” Octavia began. I felt myself go rigid. So Julius was right, our mum had something to do with Octavia’s disappearance. It wasn’t a coincidence at all.

“There was no diplomatic mission at all. Instead I was met outside of London by two of mum’s thugs. My mum had overheard my plans for the coven. Heard that the moment I took over as Cailleach, I would agree to Marcellus’ reformation of the treaty. I would make sure that our coven was safe and brought into the future like it was always meant to,” Octavia continued. She looked over at Antony. He nodded for her to go on. She had a look of pain on her face. That the next part was painful for her to tell. What had happened to her?