Chapter 6.5Mature

I could feel Alistair watching me as I took Mollie's hand in mine. I sat down in the chair by her side. I looked at her face as I tightened my grip around her hand.

"What do you want to do?" Alistair asked.

I didn't reply, because I didn't know. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know where her soul was, I didn't know who had it. I failed her. She'd trusted me and I'd failed her.

The door opened and Joe came in. He grabbed the chair against the wall and dragged it around to the other side of Mollie's bed, taking her other hand. I smiled slightly as I realised how funny it must have looked.

"What's so funny?" Joe asked.

I shook my head. I very much doubted he would see the humour in it.

"Ryder?" Alistair said.

My eyes looked to him.

"What do you want to do?" he asked again.

"I don't know. I've been following orders for so long that now there are none... I feel a bit lost," I admitted. "So, sorcerer, any suggestions?"

"You want to include me?" he asked.

"Not particularly but when we do find her, she'll trust you more than me."


"She hates me right now."

"What happened?" he asked.

"None of your business, and even if it was, I couldn't tell you because I don't know what she saw."

"She didn't, did she?" Alistair asked disbelievingly, an eyebrow raised.

"She did."

"How are you going to explain all this to her when you get her back?" he asked.

"She already knows about me."

He looked at me, surprised, for a few moments. "I see."

"I might be able to locate her soul," Joe said, making both Alistair and I look at him.

After a few moments of silence, I said, "What will you need?"

"Urh, herbs, charms and a bowl of water," he said, thinking.

"Bowl of water?" Alistair asked.

"As the seeing mirror."

Alistair raised an eyebrow again, looking to me. I smiled slightly. A sorcerer's magic was lost on reapers, even rogues.

"Have you called Mollie's parents yet?" I asked Joe.

"Shit! No, I didn't even think!" he answered, panicking.

"Good, don't. Not yet."

"Why not?"

"Because magic calls for privacy. Where can we get these things?"

"I've got some at my house."

"I'll go," Alistair said.

"Thank you, Alistair," I said.

He disappeared and an awkward silence settled between Joe and I. I didn't particularly want to make conversation with him; I didn't know him and I didn't like him very much anyway. Of course, despite that, he wanted to talk.

"Do you think she'll be in Limbo?" he asked.

"If she is, we're fucked," I muttered.

"How come?"

"I can't get in anymore. And neither can Alistair."

"Oh, yeah. Forgot about that."

I didn't say anything. Clearly he couldn't think of anything else to say. Thankfully.

It wasn't long before Alistair returned.

"Where shall I put them?" he asked.

"Just on the floor," Joe said, standing up.

Alistair did so and Joe sat on the floor, arranging things. 

"I just need to fill this up," he said, moving to stand again with the bowl in his hand.

"I'll do it," Alistair said, taking it off him and walking through the door, quite literally.

"Will this work?" I asked Joe without looking.

"Well, the chances--"

"I don't chances and statistics. Will this work?"

"Maybe. It's 50/50 right now."

I nodded.

When Alistair came back a minute later, he handed the now full bowl to Joe and stood in the corner once again. I felt him change the room slightly, so no one outside could see what was going on. It worked the same way as we could become invisible.

Joe set to work but I didn't bother watching him. I just kept looking at Mollie. It was my fault she was like this. Several minutes passed before I heard the result.

"I've got her."

"Where is she?" I demanded, looking over at him.

"Well, she's in Eden."


"Eden. She's in Eden."

"Are you sure? Positive?"

He nodded. I looked to Alistair and our eyes met. There would only be one reason why she was in Eden, and it wasn't a nice one.

"She can't be. She can't..." I said, beginning to panic.

"Ryder," Alistair said, almost gently.

"Don't. You know why I panid, and you know that it is greatly justified."

"What do you mean?" Joe asked.

"Slavery. She'll be on her way to the market by now, if she hasn't been sold already. Oh, God," I mumbled, dropping my head into a hand while the other tightened around Mollie's cold, still hand.

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