The Witches Image

Chapter 28

Copia led you back to his apartment, his arm around your waist for comfort and support. Once inside, he gently led you to the couch. He went to the kitchen to get an ice pack from the fridge. He returned and placed it on your throat.

Copia settled on the couch beside you, his arm still wrapped around your waist, giving you a sense of security. He remained silent for a moment, just holding you in his arms as he watched you cry silently into his chest.

Finally, he spoke softly, breaking the silence. "It's going to be okay," he reassured you, his voice soft and steady. "Madison is in good hands. The others will look after her."

"Lilith won't stop until she gets what she wants...and she's affecting the people around me now...because she can't reach me," you cried. Still feeling the pain in your throat, you cough.

Copia held you close, his grip tightening as he listened to your words. He knew only too well what lengths Lilith would go to get what she wanted.

"We won't let her control us," Copia replied, his voice firm. "We will find a way to stop her."

He put his hand gently to your throat, feeling the pain and hearing the cough. "Does it still hurt?" he asked, concern etched into his face.

"I thought she was going to kill me!" you cried in a sore voice.

Copia pulled you closer, his arms wrapped around you protectively. He could hear the rawness in your voice, the pain and fear that still lingered in your mind.

"Shh... calm down," he said softly, his own voice hoarse with emotion. "You're okay. You're safe. Lilith won't get to you."

"because you are with me! but how is that even possible?"

Copia pondered your question, his mind trying to make sense of the situation. It was true that you seemed safer with him around, as if his presence acted as a buffer against Lilith's influence.

"I'm not sure," he admitted, his voice filled with a mixture of confusion and concern. "But I'm not leaving your side. We'll figure it out together."

"Maybe because of your Papa?", you said.

Copia considered your suggestion, his mind working to find a rational explanation.

"Perhaps that could be it," he replied, his voice thoughtful. "As Papa Emeritus IV, I have a certain amount of power and authority within the Church. Maybe there's something about my position that protects you, shields you from Lilith's influence."

"Or... or because your love is like a shield!"

Copia smiled softly at your words, his heart swelling with affection for you.

"Perhaps you're right," he said, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Love is a powerful force. Perhaps it has created a protective barrier around you, keeping Lilith at bay and ensuring your safety."

"But she said she would find a way!"

Copia listened intently as you recounted the threat Lilith had made. His jaw clenched, anger and determination etched on his face.

"Then we must be vigilant," he said firmly. "We can't underestimate Lilith's power or her desire to get what she wants. We have to stay one step ahead of her, and we have to work together to keep you safe."

You coughed.

Copia stroked your back gently as you coughed, his touch comforting and soothing.

"You should rest," he said, his voice soft. "You've been through a lot, and your throat needs time to heal. I'll watch over you, okay? I won't let anything happen to you."