Chapter 49Kas's POV
| can feel the lump in my throat give way into tears as Delilah comes into the apartment. She sets down
a leather bag that looks like an old time doctor's bag and takes my hands in hers.
“Kas, what happened?" she asks. Her face is fills with worry. Lenora is rubbing soothing circles on my
back. :
“| had a vision, Delilah, it was awful," | begin to sob and collapse against her. Delilah wipes my tears
with her sleeve as she shushes me, rocking me gently in her arms. Her movement makes me realize |
flinched when Bronx tried to do the same thing just a few moments ago. Why did | do that? Was it
because of the premonition? My heart aches thinking that | did that because of something Bronx didn't
actually do. It was just in my head. -
| look around and realize he isn't in the room. “Bronx?” | look around, "Where did he go?” “| think he
feels guilty for slapping you,” Lenora growls in annoyed tone. She has a hand on her hip taking a
judgemental stance. “Slap me? Don't be ridiculous. Bronx would never hit me, Lenora," | defend my
mate with a little growl. °
“Kas, | saw it. We all did.”"| don't remember. | can't believe it would happen," | shake my head in denial.
“Okay, if you don't remember, that's probably for the best. How about you and Delilah sit down so you
can tell her what your premonition was, Kas. I'll mind link my brother and see if | can get him back
here,” Lenora reassures me, "Don't worry about him.”
| let Delilah lead me to the sofa while Lenora contacts Bronx.
“Alright, Luna lokaste. May I connect with your mind?" Delilah asks. She uses my formal title indicating
she needs to have control over my mind.
“Yes, please, before the memory fades. | already feel like | am starting to forget the details of it,” | sniff
away the last of my tears. “Alright. This will be easier if you close your eyes and concentrate on the
vision. I'm going to recite an incantation. The more | speak, the less you will be aware of your
surroundings. There is a possibility that you will feel like you're in that moment again. | know it will be
scary, but | need you to let yourself relive it. You may see me as a ghost in your peripheral vision if you
try to look around. This is normal. | will be observing details you may not be able to because of the
traumatizing nature of the event,” she explains.
Lenora comes over to the sofa, "Bronx is having a tantrum. He won't speak to me, but he's fine. We just
need to give him a little time, then | will send Milo and Reggie after him. They know how to talk to him
when he gets in one of these moods.”
“Beta Lenora, I'm going to perform magic on Luna lokaste. It may look scary, but whatever happens is
normal, | assure you. | don't know how long it will take, but | need you to make sure we are not
interrupted. Ending the link too early can be...well...bad.”
“You got it," Lenora says. She goes and locks the door to the apartment and comes back to observe
Delilah.
| nod and sit on the sofa cross-legged, facing the witch who has become my best friend and close my
eyes. | feel her hands press gently against the sides of my head and she begins to murmur words in a
language | don't understand. An odd sensation comes from her hands. Cooling and soft, making me
feel like I'm turning to jelly. Her unfamiliar words become a part of my mind.
| wake up in bed in a cold sweat. I'm aware that I'm in my premonition, but | can't stop the events from
playing out. | look around and | swear | see Delilah standing just out of my vision but turning my head to
face her doesn't work. She is always just out of my line of sight. | try to say her name but the word
disolves like dust in my mouth. Once again, | relive the horror as Saint possesses Bronx's body and the
last flicker of life leaves my body.| gasp as | open my eyes wide, back in reality. Delilah looks at me with tears in her eyes. She pulls me
in for a deep hug.
"It's going to be okay, Kas. It may not seem like it right now, but it's going to be okay," Delilah sniffs
tears away.
“Are you girls alright?” Lenora is sitting on the floor next to the sofa looking up at us before looking at
her watch.
"I'm okay. Are you okay, Delilah? I'm so sorry you had to experience that," | soothe. It's my turn to wipe
her tears.
“Kas, please, let me take this fear out of your mind. | have everything | need to relay to my mother so
we can figure out how to keep you and your mate safe from, well, from whatever triggers that to
happen.”
“| won't remember at all?" | ask.
“You will remember, but it will just be an awareness. It won't feel scary like it does now,” she nods while
she is explaining, “It's complex magic and taking away someone's emotions kind of falls in the gray
magic area of light and dark but I think in this case, it's for the best. | am sure Lady Camille would
agree.”
“Alright, please take it away," | nod. | don't even have to think about it. | understand Delilah telling me
this is gray magic means it is going to take a lot out of her and she will need to have a cleansing
ceremony performed, but | trust her. She wouldn't offer it to me if she didn't believe it was necessary, "|
don't want to feel this way about my mate. He hasn't actually done anything.”
She and Lenora stand and go to the kitchen. | overhear bits and pieces of Delilah describing what
happened in the vision and Lenora mentioning PTSD. They come back with Delilah holding her
doctor's bag, placing it on the coffee table. She pulls out several bottles of liquid and pouches of herbs.
She hands Lenora an empty glass and starts filling it with the various components. As | watch her
skillfully concoct the potion, her ocean blue eyes turn darker and darker until they are almost navy blue.
As the last ingredient touches the rest of the potion, it turns from muddy brown to an acid green.
Lenora's eyes widen at the sight, holding the glass far in front of her, "What are you going to do with
this?”
“Kas needs to drink it," Delilah says, her voice so deep, it's almost unrecognizable. She takes the glass
from Lenora and hands it to me. | take a sniff and almost gag. It smells of filth and rot. It reminds me of
my former bedroom in the dungeon of the Silver Moon packhouse. Delilah stands up and moves
behind me.“Kas, you are going to feel me touch your head. It is going to feel a bit like a heavy kiss. You need to
drink the liquid without stopping. Down to the last drop," she says with the altered tone in her voice.
“A-alright,” | sigh nervously.
“Go ahead.”
| feel a pressure against the crown of my head. It almost feels like something has passed through my
skull and is lapping at my brain. | pinch my nose closed with my free hand and start gulping down the
vile liquid. It is thick and chunky as | force it down my throat. When | am sure the glass is empty, | set it
down and start gagging. The pressure on my head dissipates. | feel better. | look at Lenora who looks
mortified. She is looking at Delilah with a mix of disgust and disbelief, maybe even a bit of fear too, but |
know Lenora doesn't fear anything.
| turn to see what she is looking at.
"NO!" they yell at the same time. Delilah puts her hands on my head pushing it back to face front.
| hear slimy gagging noises coming from behind me, then silence. Delilah lets go of my head and
flumps down on the sofa, finally letting me turn around.
She looks like all her energy is completely spent. | help her lean back on a pillow and grab my gray and
green blanket for her. It always makes me feel better when | am exhausted.
“l-is that what you actually look like?” Lenora asks, "Is what we see now a glamour? I-I'm not trying to
be disrespectful or anything, | just want to understand what | just saw, Delilah.”
“What you saw is what my soul would look like if | were to let dark magic consume me. |f a witch
succumbs to the enticements of dark magic, eventually, who she is on the inside manifests on the
outside, sooner or later, that is what you would see when you looked at me. An old disfigured hag,"
Delilah says sleepily, "It is temporary in this case. When | go home for a visit, we will perform a
cleansing ritual for my spirit.
“| see. Okay. Thank you for telling me," Lenora nods but still looks tentative.
“In other matters, that little Vulcan mind meld you two were stuck in, well, that took a long time,” Lenora
informs us.
“What do you mean by a long time?" | ask. "It's one-thirty in the morning," she looks at her watch.
“What? We were in there for over seven hours?" | ask in disbelief, "Where's Bronx?" “Take it easy, Kas.
He's going to be okay. Let's get James to take Delilah home, then | can take you to Bronx.”