"Sammy, what do you mean you know everything?" Charlotte asked trying to keep her fear from her face. That glowing murderous cobalt eye of his filled her with so much dread. She could feel the magic rippling off his body in his anger.
"She's shown me the proof!" Samuel laughed maniacally against his hand.
"Samuel! This isn't you! Don't give into it!" Charlotte cried out scurrying over to the bed. "Look at me Samuel," she said taking hold of his face, "please come back to me baby!" Charlotte pleaded hoping her voice would reach him. The look she saw in those eyes was so alien, so foreign she feared for her nephew. "Please Samuel, don't give into whatever is going on within you."
"Give in?!" Samuel asked confused. "Don't you understand she has shown me who killed Mom? Who wants our family dead?"
"Okay...who is this "she" you spoke of?" Charlotte asked hoping that if she got him talking, whatever it was that had invaded her nephew's body would slowly fade away.
"HekatΓͺ," Samuel said matter-of-fact as the glow from his eyes slowly faded.
"The goddess of magic...spoke to...you?!" Charlotte didn't know to be in awe or in fear.
"Yes," Samuel nodded.
"Okay," Charlotte smiled rubbing her hands along his thighs noticing his calm demeanor returning. "What did she tell or show you?"
"Eva was the one that procured the items Norman used to hex Mom, and Beth was the one that introduced them," Samuel said his fist clenched tightly still feeling his anger in his veins.
"What!" Charlotte roared jumping to her feet. "That fucking bitch!" she growled angrily.
"That's not...all," Samuel said remembering the price he was going to have to pay.
"Hmm?" Charlotte muttered not really paying attention as she paced. She knew how Eva envied her and her sister. She knew how jealous Eva was whenever they performed with the coven. Eva was never one to share the spot light. Why hadn't she seen it before? Why didn't she put an end to that woman when she had the chance?
"Charlotte!"
"What?!" Charlotte said snapping out of her meandering thoughts.
"Did you hear what I just said?" Samuel asked tilting his head to the side. Sighing when she had a perplexed look on her face. "I said in order to learn this I had to pay a price."
"Which is?"
"She wants me to destroy the coven."
"Why?!" Charlotte asked sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I would've have thought she would have approved of the coven."
"Not when they're trying to usurp her will over the arcane," Samuel said, wondering if this was what Pauline meant when she told him about their plan to drain him of his magic.
"They can't be that stupid!" Charlotte gasped her hand flew to her mouth at what a wrathful goddess would do to their small town.
"Seems they are," Samuel nodded grimly.
"Oh god! This is worse than I thought," Charlotte said returning to her pacing, "but why does it have to be you, Samuel. Why must you put yourself in harm's way?" she asked sinking into his lap. Pressing her forehead against his as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Because I'm her..." Samuel said searching for the word she called him, "Herald."
"Guess I can't fight a goddess," Charlotte sighed.
"Agreed, that wouldn't be wise," Samuel said rubbing her back, "I would hate for something to happen to that cute little ass of yours," he said with a sly smirk.
"You think my ass is...cute?" Charlotte asked blushing hard.
"Mmmhmm," Samuel nodded as he kissed her sweetly.
"Then come, you can snuggle up to this cute ass of mine," Charlotte said pulling Samuel to his feet. Resting her head on his shoulder as they walked towards the door that separated the addition to the main house. Her mind raced at what she had just seen. She knew her nephew was special. Knew he wasn't an ordinary witch like her. Yet for Samuel to use raw arcane energy without the aid of her or Kelly was just something she wasn't expecting.
"Wait!" Samuel said turning around. Seeing the damage he had caused to his aunt's house. Looking down at his hand, wondering if he could do it. Bringing his hand up, slowly closing his eyes, feeling the ebb and flow of the arcane around him. Picturing how the room was before his fit had rampaged throughout the room. His brow wrinkled as he concentrated. Slowly, moving his hand through the air turning back time restoring the room back to its original state.
"Samuel, that's amazing!" Charlotte said in awe. What her nephew had just done something that she and others like her would have taken a group to do. She began to wonder what else was in store for them once Samuel settled into his magic. "Come it's late, and I want to feel my man next to me while I sleep. Then maybe once morning dawns," she leaned in her lips brushing against his ear, "I'll show you what this twenty-two-year-old body can do," Charlotte said in a lascivious purr.
Samuel stirred in his sleep as he felt something warm wrapped around his morning wood. Ever since they retired to her bed, Samuel's dreams were filled with a warm, naked, smooth body pressing against his. Moans filling his mind as their bodies were intertwined. The red light of dawn filtered through the windows of Charlotte's bedroom, peering down as he saw a curtain of raven hair shielding him from his manhood.