Every King Needs A Queen / Book Three / Daring Spell Series / The Originals

Streetcar Named Desire

Marcel, Davina and I were at the Davilla estate in the pool room.s

Davina and I were consulting our notes on the de-linking spell that were still hanging in the pool room, sighing, stressed out.

"You got everything you need to break the sire link?" Marcel asked.

"Almost," I answered. "Aya's getting the rest. We should be ready by sunrise. It'll be fine, I promise. You may feel some warmth when the spell begins, but it'll pass when the link's broken." Marcel looked concerned. I gave him a look. "I know that face."

"Crazy spell," Marcel told us. "Substitute hearts. Creepy witches helping you out. What if the warmth is the last thing I feel?"

"We'll be careful," Davina told him.

"I get that," Marcel told us. "And I am game. But, we are on a tight rope with the Mikaelsons. I mean, that's not just anybody's heart. Jackson was a friend to them, and he was to us."

Davina sighed. "I know, Marcel. And it's a long shot. But, if I don't save you, then I can't save Josh, and I can't save Kol. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you guys."

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Hayley had called Marcel and me to the compound because she had found Lucien tied up in a train car by Aya and Aurora.

They had taken Klaus and Elijah.

Hayley, Marcel, Lucien and I were in the courtyard of the compound.

Lucien was sitting on the couch, frantically gulping down several blood bags to replenish himself.

There were several blood bags lying around, empty and full.

Marcel looked at Hayley. "We had no idea that Aya was gonna take Klaus and Elijah down." 

I gestured to Lucien. "And regardless, why the hell are we trusting this guy all of a sudden, huh? He's the one who ran off with Aurora the first chance he got."

"You can hardly fault a man for following his heart," Lucien told us. "Yet, the moment she started raving about firing white oak into Klaus, well... words were said, hearts broken, veins drained."

Hayley turned to Marcel. "You're one to talk about trust. Who was it that handed my dead husband's heart to the people who helped murder him?"

"I bought your life with that heart," Marcel told her. Hayley tilted her head skeptically. "They would still be clamoring to kill you if I hadn't given them something else that would work. You know what? You called us here, so if you have another plan, please, let's hear it."

"It's simple," Hayley told us. "We storm the coven house, stop the Strix from completing the de-siring spell. Period."

"Okay, well, that's easy for you to say," Marcel told her. "You're not sired by anybody, are you?"

"It's not just about de-siring," Lucien told us. "We've got to stop an execution."

I walked toward Lucien, looking at him skeptically. "What are you talking about?"

Lucien looked at Marcel and me significantly. "A lovesick teenage witch with a runner-up heart is somehow going to break the sireline? I'm sorry, but your darling Davina is in over her head, and Aya knows this. She will let Davina de-sire both brothers, then test the spell's success by firing a white oak bullet into Klaus' heart. I mean, it's a win-win for her. If you live, Marcel, well, she's won. If not, at least she's eliminated the rival sireline, including me."