The Greyback Manor

Chapter seventeen

I made my way back to my detective board and added the pages to it. Everything seemed to be coming together the more I looked at my evidence. Now that I had more information I knew that Marina or Moriarty was the author. Yet her page had two sides and the back of it said detective which I knew was my page. I connected them with the other pages and after my confrontation with Victor. It was safe to say that he was the monster and his wife was the creator. Which left me with only the Deceiver page. It seemed the only person left who needed a page was Jekyll, but did he count as another person?

“Ten guests each from the red book all had a title, even me.” I said. 

It was a risk to even think about casting a spell especially when magic could have been what brought me here. I didn't trust the witches even though Hannah died for me. There was something about her death that made me uneasy. As we never saw a body even though her two sisters confirmed that they couldn't sense her. So maybe if they want to cast the spell I would cast it myself.  

“Clara, what are you doing?” Connor asked. The sound of footsteps and familiar voice made me jump. He giggled a bit at my reaction and took a look at the pages I had dropped on the floor. Alexandria was with him and looked at the evidence on my detective board. She didn’t seem to mind that I had taken anything from her library and due to recent revelations we shared a hug. I expected it to feel awkward but it actually felt natural, after everything I needed some comfort. Moriarty, our sister had killed too many people already and I wasn’t going to let her kill again. 

“Are you okay?” she asked. 

“I don’t know honestly but in this situation I just have to pretend I am or this mystery will never get solved.” I responded. 

The familiarity we shared earned us a confused look from Connor and I gulped a bit. Even though  I told myself to just tell the truth I feared that his heightened senses might have picked up something vampy. Even if the lore was correct that didn’t mean I wasn’t a threat to his pack. The last thing I wanted to do was make another enemy when time was running out.

“What happened with you two?” He asked. 

“It’s a bit of a long story for another time but I think I may have found a way to solve all our problems.” I said. “I found a separation spell that when performed can separate someone from a parasite or anything evil.” 

The ingredients were not too hard to find, as they were all objects I had found on each page from the red book. The metal of a blade was Alexandria’s knife, the hairs of tormented man were from Hyde’s hat, a cherished object was a toy from Connor’s past, a snake's scale from the witches hat.  Along with a bat’s wing from Dracula, the potion from the Frankenstiens, Dorian’s old picture, and the ashes from the horseman’s body. Alexandria saw the spell and looked over the ingredients to it. A mixture of a frown and smile grew on her face when she turned back to me. 

“You missed one, there needs to be something from both you and Moriarty, and it's possible but I don’t know spells like this could be risky.” Alexandria cautioned. 

“No I saw that the spell requires me to give a pinch of blood but that’s not the point, even if there are consequences don’t we owe it to everyone who’s not in this room to try?” I asked. 

Connor’s eyes lit up at the mention of the spell and I knew what he was thinking. If the spell worked then he would have his best friend back and this whole thing could be resolved. He looked at his wife with what I can only describe as a mixture of devotion appeal, and sadness

A small strange pounding in my chest also made me want to say forget the consequences this is the answer. If I ended up with an extra arm or another set of eyes would that be any worse than dying?