The Witch's Devil (Complete)

Chapter 30, Bettayal

Ember's POV~

Only about a block away now from my home. Coming and going in and out of consciousness, dancing white spots in my vision. Grumbling groans, whimpers, and small curses escape whenever a sharp pain hits me.

I can hear the gentle rumble of low growl from Ash. Keeping his mouth shut from answering any and all of Samual's questions. Peppering him more and more, the closer we got. His annoyance is palatable. Samual only a few paces behind us from what I can tell.

Her world shattered all because we lied by omission. Confusion flooded her words as she tried making sense of it all. Trying to explain away what she witnessed in that alleyway. Carnage, destruction, the truth of Alastor in his devil form. The horror that blanched her very being. Finally their voices slowly faded in for me to listen:

"We would've been faster," he growled. "If you had kept your mouth closed while we rushed," Ash complained with an icy cold tone.

"Hmph. I'm sorry, should I just not have questions!?" Samual shouted.

Ash snarked with a chuckle, "Why, yes, actually."

I could hear her jaw drop open, gawking at Ash's back I'm sure. Giggling about the nerve of our young friend's second soul. His blunt quips that shine the unapologetic wolf pride brightly.

Thankfully we reach my front gate. Samual gave a helping hand opening it. I was finally home. Ash did his best to make it a smooth climb up the stairs. Once at my locked door. I open it with an unlocking enchantment. Finding myself growing weaker by the second.

A gasp of disbelief from Samual. With a firm kick of my front door Ash wasn't waiting any longer. Even if it meant he would face my wrath later. Once I felt better, with enough strength to scold him like a little brother— only then would he.

Samual huffed, "You can't just go kicking in fucking doors Damien!!"

"Not Damien." He spoke without remorse.

Rushing me straight past the stairs. Down the hall of the foyer. Scared meows and hisses of all my feline family. Hearing Ash scrambling together a string of curses brings me a small grin. Battling the onslaught of worried cats underfoot.

Reaching the living room at the back. I'm laid down on my couch. My tears have gone dry, wincing in pain. Sucking in a breath through my teeth. Ash delicately took Gus cold and lifeless from my arms. I wanted to cry, but a tremble of my lip is all I could muster.

"Samual, start a fire in the hearthside," Ash demands with such ease. Taking control of the chaos and being a guiding force when we need it. "I'll handle the delicate stuff."

"Could you not bark orders?" Samual hissed her question.

Shaking his head with annoyance. Ash ignoring her, moves to lock stern eyes with me. "Now, Ember, tell me what I need from your kitchen."

Clearing the lump in my throat. "I need waters of dew, sun and well." I pause to breathe in and out, in and out. Thinking through the list of items I'll need. "Lavender, sweet grass, sage, mint, eucalyptus." Nodding my head as I think over all the details carefully. Pressing my lips into a thin line, slowly groaning through feeling myself burning up from a rising fever.

"May I cut in to be a voice of reason?" Samual tries, but is overshadowed by the situation at hand.

Ash snapped, "Not now."

With a pop of my lips I look over to the kitchen doorway. "Blue, green and white candles. Amethyst, clear quartz, black salt, my mortar." My head is spinning while I try to focus on what I need.