Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,28

in order to read you.”

“I don’t understand,” Sybilla says, her voice trembling as she reaches out to take the women’s hands.

I watch as the witches’ eyes roll in the backs of their heads and they begin to vibrate in their places. Both of them mumble beneath their breaths, but I decide to watch Sybilla, keeping a pulse on her reaction to this moment. She looks scared. Her eyes are wide and she looks from me to the witches, then back to me again.

Then, as if time stands still, they all three freeze before gold shoots from their hands breaking their huddle apart. Taking a step forward, I catch Sybilla before she falls to the floor, her body slumping against my own. Merek and Cornwall catch the old women.

“By gods bones, what’s just happened here?” Merek growls.

I shake my head once. “I haven’t a clue, cousin,” I admit on a whisper.

SYBILLA

I hear voices somewhere in the distance, and I try to inhale a deep breath, but it ends up being shallow. Forcing my eyes to open, I look around and am surprised to see that I’m lying on a small couch against the wall of Elias’ office.

Sitting up, I immediately lift my hand to my head and let out a groan at the pain pulsing there.

One of the old women, the one that I don’t recognize, makes her way toward me and I drop my hand, unable to move, only able to stare at her as she brushes her fingers across my forehead.

My headache disappears and my breath hitches.

Witchcraft.

“What did you find out?” Elias’ voice rumbles throughout the space.

The witch that I recognize, Aleida, lets out a heavy sigh. “We slipped inside of her memory banks,” she admits.

I make a noise in the back of my throat, refusing to think about what they could have seen. If their powers are true, then they could find out a hell of a lot about me.

Things that I don’t want anyone to know, like about that time that I snuck backstage at a Nickelback concert and threw myself at the lead singer. Thankfully, he realized I was a child and sent me on my way.

“She is not of this world, Your Majesty,” Godiva announces.

“What is she?” he growls, no doubt feeling disgusted that he stuck his dick in me, repeatedly.

Sitting up, I throw my legs over the side of the couch, wondering if I would be able to run, then realizing that even if I tried, I wouldn’t get far. Not in this tight as fuck dress, wearing pretty much glorified slippers on my feet.

“She is human, Your Highness. She is just from a different world,” she explains as if I am not in this room. In fact, they all act as though I do not exist.

Elias’ eyes shift to me, dragging down to my chest before he turns to the witchy women. “What world is she from then? Explain this to me, immediately,” he demands. He’s holding his body loose, obviously ready for something, though I’m not sure what.

Godiva, the witch that I don’t recognize, takes a step toward him and places her hand on his chest. She turns toward me, her eyes sparkling purple before she shifts her gaze back to Elias.

“She is from another world, just as the prophecy has declared. Her world is much different than ours, yet much is the same. It is modern, almost futuristic, beyond anything that can be described, yet her sisters are just as the prophecy depicted. They all look completely different from one another, their main characteristics causing them to not look related at all. They share none of the same hair color, eye color, or even similar heights and weights.”

“Witch,” Elias booms. “Tell me the dangers that me and my people are in.”

Aleida shakes her head, taking a step forward. “There are no dangers that we can see, Your Majesty. If the sisters unite, we do not know what will befall our lands. They may never find one another. In fact, I cannot feel if they are even all here or not. What I can say is that Sybilla is human, she is from another world and though I do not understand much of her world that I have seen through her memories, I can tell you that she is not dangerous and I cannot feel any magic inside of her.”

Merek clears his throat, his eyes flicking to me before going back to Elias. “You should keep her in the dungeon, that way