42 Meeting The Witch (2/2)
So he would simply just take her...
Ana Pov
Did he really just say what I think he just said? Glancing at the faces of Seb and Marie I know I didn't hear wrong.
”Your grandmother is great witch?” Seb asked voice showing his disbelief. Jace raised a brow at him.
”What's it to you?” Jace snapped
”Just answer the question Jace” I jumped in
Jace turned his handsome face to me. His eyes softened when he looked at me and I had to force myself not to be effected by it. What's going on with me? It can't be natural to be this attracted to two men.
”Ana did you hear me?” Jace asked. I hadn't even realized that I was just staring at him and not absorbing a word he said.
”Huh?” Was my genius reply. Jace's lip turned up in a halfhearted smile that could melt a girl's heart. Focus Ana!
”I said let me take you to my grams. It isn't my place to tell her story.” He said like I understood that. But what choice did I have right now.
”Marie” I said facing my small confused looking friend ”Do you mind keeping an eye on the others until we return?” Marie exchanged a glance with her brother before nodding. Speaking of the jerk he was next for me do deal with.
”Seb you are not coming” I told him seriously. The expression on his face could only be described as defiance. He stood taller folding his arms across his chest
”I understand you're angry with me but there is no way in hell I'm leaving you alone with witches” Seb replied back raising his brows in a challenge.
I could just scream right now! This night just keeps getting worse the longer it goes on. And I have a feeling this witch is only going to add to my problems. However, like usual Seb was right. I shouldn't travel alone to meet a witch. Jace wouldn't be any help if trouble arose considering the witch is his grandmother. What does that make him? All my senses tell me he's human but I'm still relatively new to the vampire thing. Maybe I'll ask him after I talk to his grandmother.
”Fine. Let's go guys” I said walking off ahead of them.
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Once we were in Jace's car I was ready to get back out and just make a run for it. The tension was so thick I could almost see the waves of it in the air. To make matters worse I have to sit in the middle of them. Oh joy .
Jace is driving pretty fast and I know it's because he wants out of this car like we do. The silence weighs heavily around us. Honestly I don't want to talk to either guy. They have both royally pissed me off tonight; especially Seb.
Geez I just don't get him. He shows all the right signs but says all the wrong words. Maybe I'm just looking into it too hard. Seb's a man, a strong man. Telling a girl how he feels shouldn't be that hard. After earlier tonight I'm more certain he doesn't love me.
And Jace, I don't even know where to begin. He had years to approach me and he never did once. Now that I'm back with a new appearance he suddenly wants me! Forget that! In my mind it doesn't add up. Then again Simon is a good judge of character and he clearly trusts Jace. Ugh all this boy drama is making my head spin.
”We're here.” Jace said bringing me back to the moment.
I was so spaced out thinking about stupid boys I hadn't even known we were in the forest. Deep in the forest from the surrounding trees.
We all got out and stood in front of the small old looking wooden cottage. Wow it looks exactly like my mother explained in her story. Maybe she wasn't lying after all. Well only one way to find out.
Cautiously we all walk to the door. The sound of crunching leaves and twigs snapping is all that can be heard with each step. I raise my hand to knock once we reach the porch. The door however, flew open on it's on before I could even touch it. I peek at Jace who simply nods for me to enter.
Slowly I walk inside with Seb closely behind me and Jace after him. The place smells like a mixture of herbs and something else. I know I smelled this before. It's a scent that doesn't smell quite human.
The wood floor creaks under my feet. I'm wondering if I should call out 'hello' or 'hey witch!' Seems reasonable but instead I stay quiet and turn a corner entering an old fashioned kitchen.
Standing next to a large oak table is a very old looking woman. Her hair is shoulder length and white. She is dressed in a long purple gypsy like skirt wearing multiple beaded necklaces and bracelets. Her gray eyes connect with mine, reading me like a book. It's then that I recognize her unusual scent.
It's the same one Verna carries.
Which means Verna is a witch too.
”Hello Analise. You're late. And it seems you brought Sebastian and my grandson too. Please take a seat” she said gesturing to the table. My jaw dropped open. How did she know my name or Seb's? Who, by the way hates being called Sebastian.
”Please sit and I'll explain how I know what I know.” She said answering my internal question. My body rigidly followed her requests. The sound of four chairs scraping the ground can be heard as we all take a seat at the old table. Helia sits across from the three of us.
”My name is Helia. I am the current crone of witches” Helia said never taking her wise eyes off me. It was kind of unnerving
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