Till Death Do Us Part{Book 3} *Completed* (Old Version) Being renewed

Disclosure

WARNING: You guys are going to shed some tears.

Summer's POV

{Chapter Forty Nine} I woke up with a strong headache and was surprised to see that I was back, the short period I couldn't move felt like a torture, hearing people talking, panicking, asking you to respond when you couldn't was really hard. I now know how people like that feel, it must be so sad.

I sat up straight and looked around the room I was in. The door opened and the nurse placed the things she walked in with on the counter and went back to the door. "Doctor the patient is awake."

She raised her voice as she entered back inside and headed toward me. "How are you feeling sweetheart?" The nurse asked as she touched my face. "You're still a bit warm." She told me as she grabbed the thermometer.

I opened my mouth as she put the thermometer under my tongue, my lips helped holding the thermometer as we waited. The nurse pulled it out of my mouth and looked at it. "38 degree, the fever is dying down now, you'll be as good as new."

She smiled at me, "We'll keep you in observation but you can go to a normal room now." The nurse told me and I nodded my head at her as she got out of the room. I accommodated myself on the bed as I leaned my head on the pillow, closing my eyes.

"Finally!" The witch from earlier exclaimed, "Let's continue, I have a book somewhere around here with some uncloaking spells." She tapped her chin, scanning the racks of books. "Where are we?" I asked her as I walked around the old library, trailing my fingers over the books. The place was dusty and had some really old witch books. I turned around and walked toward her.

"We're in the library of the witch coven." She told me and I suppressed the need to roll my eyes. Duh, I kinda noticed that. I frowned, pulling away from the racks of books as I looked around. "But aren't you guys like dead?" I asked her as I made my way toward her. She dusted an old book and opened it, coughing madly.

"Yes, we are. We're on the other side, you know, where dead witches gets to hang around. When we die, we come here. We're able to communicate with witches that are alive here and channel power from other witches to go back in the real world."

"Why were you guys there when I died? I don't even know who you guys are." I asked not understanding why they saved my babies, how did they even know about me being pregnant. I didn't even know.

"We need to keep the line going." She shrugged, "And besides, her future mate won't like the fact that she died." She sighed, "Look, we shouldn't have made a cloaking spell in the first place. We needed a surrogate mother to do the spell, but we knew what Enrico was planning on doing so we protected the babies with a ball of magic."

"What are we doing here?" I asked her as she pulled out books from the racks, dusting them as she placed them on the table, blathering through them. "I'm looking for a spell to uncloak the babies." She answered as she continued to blather, her fingers scanning down each page she turned. I took a book and opened it, the words were written in a language I didn't understand.

"What language is this?" I asked her as I turned to look at her and then back at the pages, the letters slowly moving as they changed from places. "Is this a magical book?" I looked at the book in astonishment, the letters moving around.

"Oh God! That's the spell. How did you do that?" She asked me as she closed the book she was watching in and I frowned at her, looking back down at the book. "It's the spell!" She took it away from me and looked at it.

"What? I didn't do anything." She turned to look at me but then looked down at the book, looking around as she grabbed a paper and a pen, writing down the spell. "What are you doing?" I asked her as she finished writing the spell.