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  Chapter Three

  “What?”

  “Connie told me everything. A couple drops of my truth serum and she was singing like a canary. Irina has gained a lot of power. She needs to be stopped immediately.” Delia said in a rush.

  “How did she gain power?” I asked in confusion.

  “In order to gain power for dark powers you have to do some evil and dastardly things. Sacrifices and such. Honey, your momma is evil. I hate telling you that. The only thing you need to focus on right now is coming up with a plan to stop her. We are going to help you of course, but I can only guide you so far.”

  “Grandma, it’s not your fault. So please don’t blame yourself. How do we stop her?” I asked as I started thinking of spells or potions that would stop Irina.

  Noticing the long pause between Delia and Grandma. I started to ask them again but Delia held up her hand to silence me.

  “There isn’t a spell or potion that will stop her. She needs to be stopped permanently.” Delia said in a matter of fact tone. She avoided my gaze while Grandma stared at me with a worried expression on her face.

  “How do we stop--,” the realization of what had to be done hit me like a ton of bricks. We had to kill her. She was too far gone to redeem herself. Sitting down on the stool that was behind the counter, I started to laugh hysterically.

  A thunderous boom rattled the building and caused Delia to let out a squeak. The sky was dark, it looked like a bad thunderstorm was coming in to settle. Seeing people frozen in their tracks alerted me to that something else was going down. All I could hear was Grandma humming her favorite battle hymn, ‘The Final Countdown’, which made me laugh.

  My laughter stopped when I saw Jake being forced to walk towards the bookstore. He was close enough for me to see the horrified look in his eyes. My mother grinned at me before slicing his throat in a quick motion.

  Seeing the blood pour out of his gaping wound, I tried to move my feet to get to him. I couldn’t move as Delia and Grandma were thrown backwards into the shelves of books. I could see that they were breathing but that is the last thing I saw of them before Irina strode confidently into the store.

  “How did it feel to watch your precious Jake die?” She asked icily.

  I chose not to answer her because I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing my hurt. She would feed off of that and that would cause her powers to grow.

  “I don’t know. How did it feel when Daddy left your frigid ass? Or did he leave you because you are a witch?” I asked her. Taking delight in her shock at my hateful words gave me power. “Did that hurt your frigid heart?”

  Irina marched over to me and slapped me as hard as she could, but it didn’t move me. I let her get her hits in and I waited for the right moment to plant my daddy’s hunting knife in her heart.

  As she leaned into me, I shoved the knife into her chest and watched as a myriad of emotions play out over her face. Smiling down at her as she collapsed down to the ground, I knew at last I was free from her.

  Epilogue

  After the death of Irina, I learned that she had killed my father years ago in one of her fits of rage. I discovered this information in her journal that she left behind in her hideout. While Jake was gone from me forever, I had the memories of us that remained. Memories that would haunt me and that would keep me company when I needed them to.