The Witch's Love ( Book I of The Witch Duology )

Chapter Six : Confessed

I blinked my eyes open. My head was spinning and I couldn't make out my surroundings. The light slightly hurt my eyes. I realized that I had stopped breathing.

My eyes wheeled around the room and took it in.

I was in Alfred's house. And I was lying on the bed beside the window. I realized my clothes were changed. I tried to sit up and all my muscles strained. When I finally did after little struggle, I saw James enter the room with his sword open. He glanced at me as he moved towards the cupboard.

"Hey! Good morning bro!" He cheered and opened the door.

I looked outside the closed window beside me, "Is it morning really?"

There was vapour on the window-pane. As I rubbed it out with the ball of my hand, the glass shone crystal clear. Two bright green eyes stared back at me under messy black hair whose bangs fell non chalantly on the forehead.

Hell, I was looking that....tired?

I insanely thought that if the vapour removes, bright sunlight would fill the room.

There was faint darkness outside, clouds hovered and I heard the low gurgling sound of far-away thunder. The sky was grey. The ground was wet. I could not see anyone. It was not raining heavily, just drizzling. And it was misty, cold.

I did not like the rain now. I wanted sunshine, bright sunshine to scare away the conquering darkness in my life. The weather flushed my heart further.

James said as he dragged out a polishing cloth from the cupboard. "Yeah, I know. It's been raining all night. Only now it retreated a bit. How well are you?"

"Okay." I said absent-mindedly.

"That's good. You need to be okay now."

I looked at him knowingly-I knew what he meant. Noticing my eyes on him, he kept his sword and the cloth on the table aside and walked up to me.

"Listen, there is some important news that Alfred had got when we reached Misthaven yesterday. He was away, he tried to contact but you know the service of the messengers. The Church investigated further. But they still have not found any trace of wizardry or witchcraft from the atmosphere of Hazelwood. The plague is a natural epidemic."

I smiled warily, "So now we go back? Mission cancelled."

He shook his head, "Chris, from what happened last night, we still have to find out the daughter. You know about the other law."

I recalled it from my dream, A dead witch can take her family in control, because if she has a pact with the Devil, her abandoned soul in Hell will be released by the Devil himself. And with that control on her family, she would make a witch or a wizard out of any of them.

I remained quiet.

"Can I ask you something?" He sat down on the edge of the bed.

I chuckled weakly, "Would you keep quiet if I say no?"

"Yeah." He mirrored my half-hearted smile, "What happened to you last night?"
"Ask me clearly."

"I'm clear." He pursed his lips, "I mean...when I reached you, you were slipping away. I realized you were bleeding badly, like...really badly. But when I brought you here and checked, your wound was...vanished. Simply." He shook his head in wonder, "Like, there was not even a scar."

The words floated in my head, I know how to heal that scar on your elbow.

I looked at James in the eye, "She healed me. And fled." My voice was surprisingly low. The weird look on his face had started to take form but Alfred's entry interrupted.