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only one with a bodyguard.  I am not leaving Rian,” Kristoff declares with a look that brokered no arguing. 
                  “Fine, but..”
                  “No buts Rian, you do not leave my side until this works out.”
                  I know there is nothing I can say to change his mind, so I continue my pouting curled in my favorite chair.  The others carry on the conversation as I try to think how I am supposed to unite the races and save everyone from the Ancients.
     
    Samara
     
    The tome lay next to my cauldron.  My mind was endowed with all the spells and power this book would provide me.  Me being in front of it was a pure miracle; like it was always supposed to be there.  “Will I unlock your secrets, book?” I say to no one.  Maybe talking to a book makes me crazy but I could care less.  If you see enough of the magical world you know that all things aren’t as they appear. 
    “You will show me yours soon,” I caress the book as I begin to chant.  “I need to know how to make them rise.  The words need to be precise.  Show me, no matter the price.”
    The book opens with a gust of wind that almost knocks me over.  There in plain letters is the key to victory.  The key to unlocking the stasis created by the witches of the past.  My smile cannot be contained as I feel Martin enter the room.
    “Samara, no one suspects us,” Martin whispers.
    “I hope you are right,” I meet his eyes.  “I must meet with my contact to see if we have all the other items we need.  I have the location spell now to find where they lay, we are close my love.”
    Martin’s smile is short lived, “My mother has not regained consciousness.”
    “She will in time. It would be counter-productive for her to wake up to help Henrietta.  Don’t worry love, she will wake soon.”
    Martin seems to struggle with this, “I believe you Samara, but well, she doesn’t look good.  I planned to go to the hospital and take her home.  However, she wasn’t awake and…..”
    With my back to Martin I was able to roll my eyes.  This fool can’t expect me to give a damn for his mother.  I think for a moment whether he was useful or not any more.  Honestly, I just wanted rid of the little clinger.  “Come here Martin.”
    He moves towards me.  As he gets in arm’s length, I place my hands on his cheeks.  “I want you to know that all of your help is greatly appreciated.”
    “I am glad,” Martin smiles. 
    “Yes, well, it is no longer needed.  I have the answer I need.  The animal and the witch.”
    Martin tries to shake my hands away from his face as the heat in my hands increases.  “What are you talking about?  What are you doing?”
    “Sorry, Martin, but you are not at the end state.”  I watch as his head slowly starts to boil from the inside out.  The red blisters that cover his face begin to pop as his body temperature rises.  “I have it from here.”
    Within a minute, Martin no longer exists.  I think that I should feel poorly about my behavior, but I just can’t.  He was a liability to end.  “I know what to search for now,” I lay my hands on the book, smiling.  “She will come to me, soon.”
     
     
    Kristoff
     
    As we are planning how to go about questioning Martin, I see Rian curled up in her chair with a face filled with determination.  This prophecy is a lot to lay on one person.  I like it even less that it lays at the feet of my mate.  I must do everything in my power to ensure she makes it through all of this so we can move on with our lives. 
    I stand, “Alright, Michael find out what Martin knows, Kevin stay close to Riley.” I extend my hand to Rian pulling her out of her trance.  “Rian, how about we go for a walk.”
    There is no sarcastic comeback, no witty comment, she simply puts her hand in mine and stands.  We make our way down the front porch onto a trail that runs throughout her property.  She is still quiet.