Chapter Nine: Revelations
Alistair led me into a kitchen and sat me down on one of the softly padded chairs. I still hadn't spoken and he looked at me as though he expected me to break. I can't say I blame him; I was shaking like a leaf. Questions without answers ran through my head. Did these men want to take me back to the place I'd never really thought of as home? Was there any way of escaping now? Would they hurt me?
It took what felt like an hour for me to find enough composure to speak. I was still frightened but I had nothing to loose. Now was not the time to hold my tongue. I took another sip of the warm tea Hector had given me, took a deep breath and asked the question I longed to have answered, "Did my mother send you?"
The look Hector gave me was one of pity mixed with a little confusion.
"No Anastasia, your mother has had no contact with us", he said. "We are here for another purpose entirely".
"What do you want with me?" I asked quietly. The unknown overrode the relief I felt over not returning to my mother.
This time Alistair spoke. He sat himself in the chair next to me, looked into my eyes and told me the news I would never have expected to hear.
"Anastasia," he said, "You're a witch".
