“Focus on the magic in the blood.” I direct as she hovers her hands over the machine with her eyes closed.
“Okay.” She answers.
“Now feel for the darkness.” I say and she nods.
“I feel it.” She confirms.
“Now pull it. Just the dark magic, nothing else.” I instruct. I hear her gasp and that is my sign that she is doing it right. Goddess I pray she is strong, because not many witches can handle cleansing blood.
After about ten minutes of me just standing there watching as Esmorelda cleanses the blood, I hear a shout down the hall.
“Where is she?!” A woman’s voice calls and a couple seconds later the figure stands in the doorway. It shocks me to see that she is an older version of Angel, just with different colored eyes. This must be her mother, the queen.
“No.” She whispers as a hul
