Witch Way

Chapter 32: A Fitting End

An angry man can be quite the catch.

His burning iridescent eyes would embody rage beyond all Human capabilities. The flecks of fire within those striking irises could entrap the youngest of gals. From the singular sight, our knees would buckle and blood would splurt from his self-created intoxication.

A dream, really, if I completely disregarded being on the usual receiving end.

Yeah, Trevor was mad. Yet, the normal seducing factor he exuded failed to stir my soul. Someway or another, this loss intrigued me. This mystery trumped stomping on those goblin throwing freaks, which said a lot. Honestly, Trevor had this uncanny habit of providing a luxurious thrill.

So, where did those pitch black eyes come from? A Normal under the influence of magic control exhibited this change, but Trevor acted himself. Right?

I dabbed my face, pushing back a stray hair. Blotches of blood coated my hand, a simple reminder of our earlier escape. Great, here I stood with my beauty marred from perfection. Why did a girl have to do the dirty work? Gender roles were supposed to provide me an easy escape from work.

"Trevor, glad to see you," I said while dropping into a curtsy despite my ragged appearance.

Trevor motioned with his head for the first responders to return. They glanced once over their shoulders before hightailing out of earshot. "What did you do?" Trevor questioned. He kept his distance, refusing to bridge the gap between us.

"Darling, no worries. I did the dirty work and put a dent in Erwin's plans."

"Lanna, are you mad? Do you know what you've done? You've interfered with an investigation and broke out of jail. Do you think you'll run free?" he barked at me.

I shrugged my shoulders at his outburst. "Tisk, you can't speak in rhetorical questions," I muttered, before strengthening my voice. "A high risk high reward scenario. You wouldn't have caught Erwin anyways. Think about it, his connections run deep within your government. He's not a man you little people can face. Instead of yelling at me, you should be glad I took care of the problem before it threatened the lives of your beloved citizens."

Trevor sighed and dragged a hand through his hair. "Lanna, we know that. Erwin and our government had an agreement. They staged the whole plan to pull potential threats out into the open. If a large enough ruckus ensued, then plenty of Supernaturals would take advantage of the chaos. But with the destruction you caused, it leaves a dent in the plan. Be proud, you wasted your freedom to stall the inevitable."

"What?" I swear my reaction mirrored both August and Park. "Are you telling me they sacrificed all those people to fuel the spell?"

"Death row inmates. Perhaps not ethical, but the plan would remain under the covers. People would be more likely to overlook the cause once they realized how many dangerous Supernaturals existed."

"Lanna, this is bad," Sebastian interrupted.

"Not now," I murmured low for Sebastian. "Don't play with me. Are you telling me even those children were on death row? I saw them with my own two eyes."

He scratched his jaw. "A good disguise, huh?"

"There's no way an illusion could trick me."

"Even with your heart under control?"

I skipped a beat at his proclamation. He knew? Did this mean all the events from the Orchard were fabricated to set me up? Why? Did Trevor play the part of a hero, like Erwin, to deceive me? No, this can't be right, he's a Normal for the love of Verdina.