Like many in a coven, Carrow and Ruby were related, though more closely than usual. The girl was her second cousin, and she belonged to the exact three castes that Carrow did, with her strength in the warrior caste. Just like me.
Ruby's green eyes blinked open. "Crow?"
"I'm right here, sweetheart." When Ruby's tears welled, Carrow felt a pang like a blade in her heart. "I've got you."
Ruby's body tensed against hers. Eyes wild, she cried, "Mommy t-told me not to kill them! B-but when they hurt her, it ... it just happened." She was beginning to pant, her breaths shallowing.
"Shh, you're all right now. Just breathe easy." When Ruby got overly excited, she would hyperventilate, even passing out on occasion. "It's okay, everything's going to be all right," Carrow lied, rocking her. "Just breathe."
"They swung a sword at her neck!" Her chest heaved for air. "I saw her ... d-die. She's dead - " Ruby went limp once more and her head fell back. Unconscious.
"Ruby! Ah, gods." Amanda was truly gone? And Ruby's father had been murdered by rogue warlocks before she'd even been born.
Orphan.
The coven didn't usually spell out things like godparents or custody. Immortals not actively at war didn't have to worry much about leaving behind orphans. But if Amanda had gone to battle, she would have expected the closest blood relation in the coven to care for her daughter.
That'd be Carrow, the House hellion. Poor Ruby.
Though Carrow had been treated so callously by her own parents, she would do right by her responsibilities. She stared down at the girl's ashen face with a new recognition, a momentous feeling of a shared future.
Carrow had long had a uni"ue and curious talent - the ability to sense when another had just become a part of her life forever, when their destinies would eventually be intertwined and shared.
In that instant, Carrow became witch plus one.
But she couldn't even get herself out of this shithole, much less a child!
"Action and reaction," Chase said. "You get us our target, and the two of you will go free." Though tension thrummed off him, his voice was monotone, his accent barely perceptible. "Otherwise, she dies."
Carrow stiffened. Against Ruby's hair, she murmured, "I'm going to take you home soon, baby." She turned to Chase. "I'll have the use of my powers?"
"Your tor"ue will be deactivated for the mission," he said.
Not that Carrow would be able to spellcast even without her tor"ue. She needed crowds and laughter for power to fuel her spells. Here she'd been tapped out, as useless as an empty keg.
"You'll depart tomorrow, remaining in Oblivion for six days." Dixon continued over Carrow's sputtering, "Tonight I'll assist you in collecting your gear. You'll be allowed a shower, and we'll provide you with a dossier on your target."
"Nearly a week in hell? How am I even supposed to get to Oblivion?"
Dixon answered, "Your sorceress cellmate, Melanthe, the "ueen of Persuasion, can create a portal."
That's right. Lanthe could open thresholds to anywhere.
"We'll briefly deactivate her tor"ue - under SWAT supervision. And of course, we'll keep Ruby here to make sure all goes according to our plans."
There went that idea. "I want Lanthe and Regin released as well."
The doctor shook her head. "Impossible."
If they truly set Carrow free, then she'd come back for the two of them soon enough. "I want the Order's word about releasing me and Ruby."
The woman said, "You have it."
"Don't want yours," Carrow said in a scoffing tone. "I want his."
Chase turned to her once more. After a hesitation, he gave a nod.
"Then we have a deal," Carrow said.