Lunar dreams and Lucid nightmares.

Chapter 10 Into the fire

Sawyer's POV

Fuck, fuck. We're so screwed. The door was opening up and there's nowhere to run or hide. Should we make up a story? I'm a light weight that got drunk on the 4th drink and Aisha was trying to drag my lightweight ass to the bathroom and ended up here by accident.

"Crap we-MMHFF."

Suddenly a hand clasped my mouth shut and Aisha stares at me. One hand stretched out in front of her and one finger raised to her lips; signaling me to be quiet.

"Miraga invisaqui," she whispered, and some form of wall of magic was put up in front of us. Vincent walks in with his guest close behind. The same man he was talking to the entire night. I swallowed as I waited for the worst to come, however he just walks past us like we weren't there. Bewildered I looked to Aisha who kept quiet the whole time. Sensing my confusion, she whispered.

"Think of it as an invisible wall. Right now, they're only seeing what's behind us. But we have to be very quiet. Anything louder than a whisper and it's going to break the spell," she whispered lowly for only me to hear.

I merely nod as Vincent sat down on his chair. His guest sighs before noticing the empty whiskey bottle on the floor with little flowers on the floor. Shit.

"Your office is a bit messy since the last time I've been here, he remarks, and Vincent looks almost insulted at the accusation. "Which is beneath you."

Vincent began fuming at the remark.

"Excuse me? For your information, Dean, my office is perfectly clean. I just had the maid cleaned it before the gala party," he argued, and the man raised an eyebrow as he points down at the spot where the flower grew and to the empty bottle.

"Well you might want to look for a new maid because this one isn't doing a very good job."

He walks up to the spot only to notice the mess now. His face became almost beet red with anger.

"If your floor is starting to grow flowers like that, then you might want to find someone to fix that pronto," he replied calmly to an angry Vincent.

"This isn't acceptable. Incindia," he chanted and at a snap of his finger the flower was engulfed in flame. When he turned to the empty bottle, he flicked his wrist upward and the bottle floated back to where Aisha found it. "Rido," He flicked his wrist again and the wooden floor was fixed. Good as new.

We watched what happened wide eyed at him. He really was one of them. He is one of them.

"Congratulations, you used the little magic you had left in your system. Because you couldn't stand to see a little mess," he says clapping his hands.

"What does that supposed to mean?" We wondered. But Vincent waved him off as he fixed his sleeve.

"Doesn't matter. Tonight's ritual would be enough to grant us permanent use of magic," he smiles. We looked at each other before I took out my phone and immediately set it to voice record. "No more would we rely on temporary magic. By tonight we will all be full warlocks and witches of the inner circle. So, it doesn't really matter if I used the last of it or not," he explained before he pulled two robes from his desk and threw one to the taller man. "Because by tonight I'll have an endless storage."

"You have this rather annoying habit to repeat yourself," the tall man deadpanned.

I watched those robes. It was the same one. Images of that terrible night flashed inside my mind and the screams of my little sister ringed into my ear as I recall the memory. They were the ones that killed Ruby.

I growled lowly to myself as I watched the blood red robe with their symbol on it. He's one of them and they were responsible of my family's death. The anger started to boil my skin as I began rising to my feet slowly. This is my chance. I'll kill the taller guy and then Vincent is next.