04 Shadow Blood - Witch Fairy by Bonnie Lamer Read Free Book Online Page A

here.”
     
    Okay, point taken.  Shadow realm class 101 has been cancelled.  And any warmth and fuzziness I was starting to feel for her a few minutes ago is long gone.
     
    “I know who you seek,” the light Shadow up ahead says.  Hmm, light Shadow, a perfect example of an oxymoron.  “You seek the innocent souls, like us.” 
     
    No fair using guilt.  I feel horrible that we’re not rescuing the lightness as, well.  Looking at Adriel, she seems unfazed by the whole thing.  Not a trace of sympathy or compassion on her beautiful face. 
     
    “Where are they?” Adriel demands of the lightness in a voice that sounds as threatening as it probably is.
     
    The light doesn’t seem to mind.  It seems eager to help; which I greatly appreciate even if Adriel doesn’t.  I really don’t get her.  One minute she looks remorseful, the next she looks like she couldn’t care less about the lightness floating ahead of us.  I wonder if she knows there are meds for both bipolar disorders and schitzophrenia – whichever one fits her condition the best.  Wow, who would have thought that Angels could benefit from the use of psychotropic drugs just like us lowly Witches and Humans.  And, considering Angels wield a lot more power than both Fairies and Witches, having some who are mentally disturbed is a scary, scary thought.  Maybe they better put the drugs in their water supply for all of them to drink, just to be on the safe side. 
     
    I’m brought back to the present when the lightness says, “They are not far from here.  They seek each other, but have not overcome their separation as of yet.”
     
    Overcome their separation?  That’s a pretty nice euphemism for ‘they can’t find each other and every second they are apart, it’s a second that could be used by the Shadows to find their bodies and/or do horrible things to their spirits.’  Does no one understand this urgency?
     
    “I will show you to the larger of the two.”
     
    “Thank you,” I say, which earns me a dirty look from Adriel.
     
    “What, I can’t be appreciative when it tries to help us?”
     
    “No.”
     
    Okay, I’m back to wondering how much darkness I would gain on my soul if I punched her.  I’m positive it would be worth it.  “Look, you can be the ice queen all you want, but if I want to talk to the lightness, I will.”  Okay, that sounds like a cheesy line out of a Star Wars movie.  Turning away from Adriel, I ask, “Where do we go?”
     
    “This way,” the voice sings.  It looks like a flashlight dancing down the wall and we start following it.
     
    “Surrounded by darkness but filled with light, skitter scatter out of my sight.  Sent to hell for sins untold, my innocence you’ll never hold.  Go on your way and leave me be, for Angels are looking out for me,” it sings.  And miraculously, the Shadows do scatter, giving her a wide berth.
     
    Looking at Adriel suspiciously, I note that she raises her chin just a tiny bit higher.  She’s not fooling me; she gave the lightness that song to sing.  She also must provide the magic to power it.  She’s not as awful as she wants me to believe.  “How amazing that little bits of different souls from different realms could produce a spell that’s so powerful – in a realm without magic.”
     
    “You seem to forget that the souls of magical beings are brought here.”
     
    “Uh huh.”  I leave it at that.  No sense in ribbing her for doing a good thing.
     
    Changing the subject, she says evenly, “It is odd that your aunt was able to astral project to a different realm.  Do you know how she was able to do that?”
     
    I shrug.  “I don’t know.  She’s been working on her theories for about three years now, and honestly, I haven’t really paid much attention to her research.  She has some pretty cool computers that take all kinds of measurements, but she’s never been able to astral project into another room, let alone another realm.