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22. Chapter
When Prue woke up the next morning, it was still raining. She heard the rain drops falling on her windowsill and on the leaves of the chestnut tree in front of her window. She looked to the window tiredly and didn't want to get up. Cole and Amy could take care about Danny, she didn't want to see anybody.
At the same time Amy was already working busily in the kitchen. She had baked rolls and prepared a table for a Sunday Morning breakfast in the dining room. Flowers were standing in the middle of the table and everything was available from all kinds of sausages and cheese to marmalade and honey.
When Cole finally left his bedroom, Amy walked to him with a bright smile on her face. "Good Morning, I've already prepared breakfast for you." She explained.
"Oh, that's great." Cole said, rather unenthusiastic. "But well, I'm not very hungry this morning." A family breakfast, he couldn't imagine anything worse.
Amy looked at him disappointed. "But I wanted to thank you, that I can live here and generally for everything." She explained and looked upstairs. "Was it late, when you came home yesterday? Prue didn't get up yet and it's already after 10 o'clock."
Cole shrugged his shoulders. "No."
Amy looked upstairs again. "Do you think she would be angry, if I wake her up?"
Cole groaned, it was all he needed, that Prue got up, when he would be in the bathroom. No, anything but that. "I'll go into the bathroom first, and if she doesn't get up, until I'm ready, you can wake her up." He told Amy and disappeared.
Amy shrugged her shoulders and went back into the kitchen. Cole has told her, that Prue liked to eat pan cakes and she still had enough time to make them.
When Cole was ready, Prue hasn't left her bedroom yet and Amy decided to knock at her door carefully. Cole didn't tell her anything about their date, but Amy's feeling was, that something went wrong.
When Prue heard the soft knock at the door, she sat up angrily. "What?" She asked grimly.
The door was opened slowly and Amy looked into the room. "I've prepared breakfast." She explained hesitating "I just wanted to ask you, when you'll come downstairs."
Prue sighed, that was all she needed, but she didn't want to disappoint Amy, she had nothing to do with it and it was well-meant. Therefore Prue had to go through it. "I'll come soon." She told Amy.
"Great!" Amy said content and closed the door again.
Prue leaned back with a sigh, a breakfast together with Amy and Cole, she couldn't imagine anything worse at the moment. But if there was no other way, she had to stand it with dignity.
When Prue finally came downstairs, she didn't deign to look at Cole. She sat down and looked at Amy with a forced smile. "You went to great trouble to prepare all of this."
Amy shook her head. "Don't worry, I enjoyed to do it." She said and offered Prue the plate with the pan cakes. "Cole has told me, that you like them."
"Oh, is that so?" Prue asked ironically and flashed a look of contempt at Cole. "Do you want to butter me up again?"
"No, I can do very well without that." He let her know coldly.
Amy looked shocked. "What's wrong with you?" she asked. "Yesterday everything was still alright."
"Nothing, everything is as it has to be." Cole explained plainly.
Amy laughed insecurely. "Well, perhaps I should have sprinkled a little bit of the powder with the disinhibiting effect onto the rolls." She said to liven things up a bit.
Cole looked at his plate and wondered that he had thought, that things could hardly get any worse. They could!
Prue looked at Amy uncomprehendingly. "What are you getting at?"
Amy was confused and looked back at Prue. "Well, I had such a potion, but..." she cast a quick look at Cole and Prue noticed it.
"Did you really have a potion with a disinhibiting effect from Amy?" She asked in disbelief.
Cole didn't avoid her look. "Yes, that's right." he explained absolutely cool on the surface.
"And did you really use it?" Prue couldn't believe it, but finally it was Cole, she remembered.
Cole decided, that there was no use to justify himself. He didn't care, what she thought about him. Therefore he just shrugged his shoulders, completely bored.
Prue was left speechless. He didn't even try to deny or to explain it. Then the thoughts occurred to her very quickly. "You have used it that night, when my friends were here." She remembered. "I can't believe it. It's your fault, that we have acted so strange."
"It didn't harm anyone of you." he explained dryly. "No, on the contrary. That was just what you needed, it helped you to lose your inhibitions for a while. And Dianne even made her peace with her mother-in-law."
"Oh, Judy and Robert didn't see it the same way as you. And I wouldn't agree with you, either." She explained firmly.
"Nobody can say, that you did something, you didn't want to. No you did something, you always wanted to do, you just didn't dare." Cole reminded her and smiled ironically
Prue looked at him sceptically. "Did you use it every time?"
Cole laughed disdainfully. "If you need this excuse to justify it for yourself, you can believe, whatever you want to." He told her spitefully.
"There is no other explanation for my actions." she explained coldly.
Mir fällt sonst keine plausible Erklärung für mein Verhalten ein."
Amy looked at them, she was shocked. She has had such an idyllic picture of this Sunday Morning breakfast. Completely different to the breakfast at her home and especially different to the days in prison. She wanted to thank Prue and Cole for everything they had done for her and now it ended in a disaster. She didn't know, what do do now. "You are building walls." she suddenly told them in a sad voice.
"What?" Prue looked at her, rather confused. What was the meaning of this?
Amy looked at her plate. "Around your hearts." she said in a low voice.
"I still don't know, what you mean." Prue said softly.
"Amy can see your heart." Cole informed her.
Prue looked at him sceptically. "And what does she see, if she'll look at yours? A gashing hole?"
"No!" Amy said and looked at Prue. "A wall, and thereby it just started to heal."
Cole flashed at Amy angrily. "I don't think that Prue is rather interested in the state of my heart." He told her coldly. "And apart form that, it isn't her business."
Amy looked at him in excuse. "I just wanted ..."
Cole stood up. "Yes, I know, you just wanted to do us a favour. But unfortunately this morning is just the wrong time for a family breakfast ." He explained and left the room quickly.
Amy looked behind him disappointed. Then she looked at Prue. "And what will happen with the food now?"
Prue looked at the table, there were plenty of plates and she finally took the plate with the pan cakes. "We'll eat as much as we can and leave the leftovers for later or tomorrow morning." She decided and started to eat, although she wasn't hungry at all. "That's really good." She told Amy with a forced smile.
"Thanks!" Amy said and began to eat again, too.
When they were ready, they took the rest of the food into the kitchen and cleared everything away. After it Prue suggested Amy to show her the attic. They went upstairs and Prue noticed in relief, that she didn't see anything of Cole or Danny. They entered the attic where it was even darker on such a gloomy day. But it was still very warm and pleasant here.
Prue went to the altar and gave Amy the Book of Shadows. "Here, I've heard that this is yours."
Amy took it respectfully and sat down on one of the dusty armchairs. "Yes." She said and started to leaf through the book. "Mrs. Turner wanted to give it to me." She looked at Prue. "Although I actually have no idea of magic, yet."
"Oh, you'll learn it very quickly." Prue explained and started to tell her something about witchcraft. Amy was eager for knowledge and listened intently. Prue noticed, that she enjoyed to talk with Amy about magic and besides it got her mind on to other things. They didn't notice that time passed by quickly, when suddenly Prue's phone was ringing. It was Dianne, she was bored and wanted to invite Prue for coffee. Prue was slow to answer, but finally she agreed. After she switched off the phone, she looked at Amy asking. "Dianne, our neighbour, invited me for coffee, do you want to come with me?"
Amy shook her head. "No, I'd rather not. Dianne is the psychologist, isn't she?"
Prue nodded, she didn't think about that. "Yes, perhaps you are right and it isn't such a good idea." She confessed. "But could you get Danny for me? I'd like to take him with me, then he can play with Sarah."
Amy looked at Prue thoughtfully and she already wanted to say something, when Prue chock her off. "Just do me this favour, okay?"
Amy nodded. "Okay, if you think that's just right for you."
Soon later, Prue walked with Danny on the wet lawn to the garden door. The rain had stopped, but it was still dripping from the trees and the shrubs. Prue opened the door and entered the garden next-door. She walked along the gravel path to her neighbour's veranda. When she arrived in front of it, she turned around to her own house again. When Amy had gone for Danny, Prue had just heard Cole's surly words from a distance. But when she had left the house, she hadn't seen him. She was happy, that he realized, that it was better, when they didn't meet each other.
Prue knocked at the door and Dianne opened it joyfully. Prue entered the living room, where a rich dinner table was already waiting for her. And all of this happened on a day, when she had lost her appetite.
She took Danny to Sarah, before she sat down at the table. Dianne poured in coffee and Prue started to eat a piece of the chocolate cake and the raspberry tart, and although they tasted very good, she refused Dianne's offer to take another one politely. "It's delicious, Dianne. But Amy has already prepared an opulent breakfast for us this morning. I'm still full of it."
Dianne nodded. "Oh yes, Amy." she said thoughtfully. "She is living with you now. Perhaps that's good. How is she feeling?"
"Good. But of course everything was very hard for her." Prue told Dianne. "And she believes that Cole is her friend in need." She added angrily.
Dianne laughed. "Oh, I see. You don't like it, do you?"
Prue shrugged her shoulders. "Well it isn't my problem. But I don't want to see her suffer."
"Do you think, he could hurt her?" Dianne wanted to know very interested.
"Yes, he's well up in it." Prue explained coldly.
Dianne looked at her searching. "What did he do to you?" she asked in a low voice.
"To me? I didn't talk about me, I meant it in general." Prue tried to talk her way out of it.
"Mm," Dianne said carefully. "I know that there's something going on between you."
Prue looked at her angrily. "Nothing doing." she explained plainly.
But it wasn't so easy to deter Dianne. "Clara has told me about it." she said, but when she saw Prue's angry face, she added. "Don't be mad at her. She just gave me to understand, that you often didn't use your bed lately."
Prue was left speechless. "I can't believe, what you are talking about. I guess I must have a few words with Clara."
"Oh Prue, it was perfectly clear after your so-called 'breakfast'. She didn't have to tell me about it, I knew it. And she was lucky for you, like me."
"There isn't anything to be lucky about, Dianne. It's over, before it began at all and that's alright." she explained firmly.
"But Prue, you shouldn't give up so fast. You just got together and if you have some problems, maybe I could help ..."
"We didn't get together." Prue told her angrily and to shut Dianne up, she added. "It was just sex."
"It could become more." Dianne explained softly. "Okay, it isn't an optimal beginning, but ..."
Prue shook her head, Dianne always thought she knew everything better, she thought angrily. "Stop it Dianne, I don't want him. I really don't need a guy in my bed, who whispers the name of my little sister into my ear." Prue made her point of view quite clear to her.
"Oh Prue." Dianne let out sympathetically.
"Why did I have to act like an idiot?" Prue wanted to know, because she still couldn't understand her actions. "That isn't like me."
Dianne looked at her hesitating. "Perhaps he always has a strong attraction on you." She suggested.
Prue shook her head resolutely. "Definitely not! Believe me. It was always me, who has never trusted him. Actually I hate this guy."
"But it isn't just hate, is it?" Dianne asked carefully.
Prue already wanted to contradict, but then she just shrugged her shoulders. "No, probably not." She confessed. She had to admit, that Dianne was right, it wasn't just hate, it hurt. She felt deeply disappointed and cheated. Prue laughed softly. "And thereby Phoebe was fed up with him. For the first time in her life she has acted more reasonable than me."
Dianne looked at her in surprise. "Your sister has split up with him, before she died?"
Prue nodded. "Yes, as expected he made a mess of it and she sent him packing. She was so clever to do it."
"I didn't know that." Dianne said thoughtfully. "And he didn't want the separation, but it was his fault?"
Prue looked at her in surprise. "Sure, but why are you interested in it?"
Dianne ignored her question. "So he thinks that he is responsible for the separation." She summarized and looked at Prue with a smile on her face. "But then it's obvious, Prue. He has done it as protection. It came from his subconsciousness. It was a defensive reaction."
"What?"
"Yes, he prefers to destroy it, before it's too late, before he's too lucky and he could ruin it again." Dianne explained satisfied. "He is frightened out of his mind, that there could be something in his life again, that he couldn't endure to lose. That's the reason, why he offended you so deeply."
Prue looked at her sceptically. "And Danny? He also loves Danny and I'm convinced that he's afraid to lose him."
"Yes, but Danny is a baby and in his eyes calculable." Dianne smiled. "Unlike you." She explained. "Your sister has hurt him deeply and he doesn't want to be hurt once again."
"That sounds as if she was the bad person, but that was wrong. He wasn't the only one suffering." Prue told Dianne plainly.
"Mm, then perhaps he just wants to protect you from himself." Dianne supposed.
"Well sorry Dianne. But I don't think that you can force Cole into one of your schematically profiles. He won't fit into any scheme." Prue turned it away, although she couldn't deny that this idea wasn't so bad.
Dianne shook her head. "We human beings are very similar to each other. We are built after the same scheme." she announced.
Prue laughed. "Yes, we human beings perhaps." she explained and looked at Dianne. "Nevertheless I don't want the discarded friend of my little sister. I can do very well without that. Because basically there were always a lot of men running behind me, so I don't need him."
Dianne leaned back and smiled. "But what's the use of all the running, if there isn't the right man between them?" She wondered with relish. "None of us can choose whom he falls in love with."
"Luckily it isn't so bad." Prue tried to convince Dianne and herself. "And I don't know, why I should repeat my sister's fault. Because I know exactly how it would end."
Diane smiled knowing. "No, Prue, you don't know it, because this time it's you, and not her."
Early in the evening, Cole walked into the hall and saw the tickets for the Voodoo ceremony lying on the small table. He had really forgotten, that Prue had bought them. He took the tickets thoughtfully and looked upstairs. He didn't want to miss this show, but he doubted very much, that Prue would like to go there together with him. He looked at his watch and was surprised to find out, that it was already late and they'd have to hurry up to get ready. He went upstairs and entered Prue's room resolutely, but she wasn't there. He listened attentively and finally he heard some noise from the attic.
But when he arrived upstairs, he just found Amy on the attic. "Oh, it's just you." He said and looked at her asking. "Where is Prue?"
"I've already told you, when I came for Danny." She explained surprised. "She is at your neighbours' for coffee."
"Oh yes." he remembered again. "Did she tell you, when she'll come home again?"
Amy shook her head. "No."
"Mm." Cole said thoughtfully and went to the door. It was likely that Prue had also forgotten the Voodoo show, he thought. Therefore it wasn't absolutely necessary to remind her of it, he decided and turned around to Amy again. "Do you want to go to a Voodoo show with me, tonight?" He asked firmly.
Amy looked up surprised. "Why do you ask?"
He showed her the tickets. "I've two tickets, and it wouldn't be great fun to go there together with Prue today, I suppose." he decided. "So, will you come with me?"
Amy nodded and stood up. "Why not, I would really like to go out once again."
When Amy and Cole arrived at the place half an hour later, there were already a lot of people waiting in front of the entrance. A man in a white dress was checking the tickets and the spectators passed him slowly. Cole looked around shaking his head. It was obvious, that most of the spectators were tourists, because he could hear different languages, probably this show was just one point on their sight-seeing tour. Now Cole was convinced, that they wouldn't see anything interesting. And the ritual sacrificial animal would be replaced by a vegetarian offering, Cole thought cynically, because the tourists couldn't cope with too much blood.
Amy and Cole passed the ticket control and searched for their seats. When they finally sat down, Cole looked around. The stage was a circular place which was wet with fog, because of the heavy rain lately. Censers were standing everywhere and billows of smoke increased the misty effect. An exited atmosphere was in the air and the audience could already hear the sound of drums from the stage.
Cole looked at Amy in excuse. "I don't think, that you'll see anything spectacular."
Amy shrugged her shoulders. "Doesn't matter. It's very interesting for me, even if it's just for tourists. I've never been on such an event before."
The drums were getting more intense and filled everyone with energy, the spectators were enthralled by the sound. A group of women in white dresses entered the stage and started to move in the rhythm of the drums. Only the moonlight and some torches illuminated the stage. After a while the group built a circle to worship their divinities. They bowed to north, south, west and east. Suddenly everything became quiet, until the priestess entered the circle.
She was an imposing person and Cole knew at once, that it was the woman from the hotel. She had a kind of powder in her hands and walked to the middle of the circle. Then she let some powder trickle through her fingers and drew a sign on the ground, while the other participants fell into a monotonous singing. Suddenly they heard a loud thunder from the background and some spectators startled with fear. The audience was fascinated, while Cole looked at the whole ceremony rather bored.
The priestess laid some corn on the sign and Cole groaned. "I knew it." He said and turned to Amy. "There isn't even a sacrificial animal."
The visitor beside him looked at Cole angrily and even Amy didn't say a word. Cole shrugged his shoulders and leaned back.
Meanwhile the priestess had kindled a candle and placed it beside the sign. In the end she poured some water onto the sign. She stepped back in expectation and held a rattle over her head. It was decorated with strings and pearls made of wood and a bell was fastened with a long string at the handle. The priestess moved the rattle and the participants started to move in the rhythm of the drums again.
"I'm sure soon one of the dancers or, best of all, Belva herself will be possessed by a ghost." Cole explained sarcastically. It was obvious, that the people around him didn't like his comments, but Cole didn't care about it. The whole ceremony was a farce and Belva just wanted to pocket money from the tourists. He was convinced that nothing interesting would happen anymore, that it was just a stupid studied performance."
Cole looked at the stage rather bored, when he noticed, that Amy beside him suddenly stiffened. Then she jumped up and pointed with her finger to the stage. "There it is." she screamed and pointed on the stage. "The creature, who had murdered Adam."
Cole looked at the stage and saw two men standing beside the Voodoo priestess. It was difficult to take a close look of them from the distance, but Amy didn't give him enough time to do it. She gesticulated wildly and waved her arms around, while she looked at Cole requesting. "Do something." She urged him. "There is the murderer, on the stage."
"Amy," he tried to calm her down, "sit down again."
"No, why?" Amy asked, but Cole drew her back onto her seat.
The other spectators looked at them angrily, they were annoyed of their renewed disturbance. "What a check." they heard beside them. "They have the nerve." another woman said. "If some people don't know how to behave, they shall rather stay at home."
Amy didn't care about the comments and flashed at Cole furiously. "The murderer is there, or don't you believe me?"
"I do!" He assured her and took her hand. "Let's go."
They squeezed past spectators and had to hear some angry comments. But neither Cole nor Amy cared about the audience.
When they finally reached the exit, Amy looked at Cole asking. "We have to hurry, otherwise he'll vanish again." She explained excited, but when Cole didn't do anything, she asked sceptically. "Okay, what will we do now?"
Cole looked around. "We'll go home." he explained plainly.
"What?" Amy flashed at him angrily. "Never in my life, if you don't want to help me, I'll manage it alone."
Cole hold her arm tightly. "Amy, we can't do anything at the moment." He explained firmly. "We need a plan."
"A plan? He'll escape, you can't allow that!" Amy looked around nervously. "No, I won't let it happen."
"What do you want to do? Do you like to call the police? Or do you like to storm the stage and rush at the demon to bring wild accusations against him?" He looked at her forcefully. "That's useless, that'll cause nothing but trouble."
Amy looked at him hopefully. "But couldn't you..."
"No, I can't." He said coldly. "It would be madness. We have to know more about him, before we can do something."
"But how shall we ever find him again?" She asked on the verge of tears. "He'll disappear and kill other people."
"He is in contact with Belva. Therefore we'll find him again." Cole focused on Amy. "I promise you, he'll pay for it."
Amy looked around. She didn't want to run away like a coward, she thought desperately. But she had no choice. Cole wouldn't help her, he took her arm and led her to the car.
When Prue came home that evening, she was very glad to find out, that Cole and Amy weren't at home. She was alone in the house, nobody could disturb her, that was great. She put Danny to bed and went into the kitchen, to take some of Amy's breakfast. Then she went back into the living room satisfied and switched on the TV. She made herself a home on the sofa and tried to put Dianne's words out of her mind. She zapped from one TV channel to another, when she suddenly heard that the front door was opened loudly. Seconds later Amy rushed into the room absolutely desperate.
"You have to help me, Prue." she explained breathless and looked back at Cole, who was standing behind her. "Because he doesn't do anything, he has let him escape."
Prue looked at her sceptically and turned to Cole. "What did you do to her?"
Cole shook his head with an unbelieving smile on his face. But he decided that it wasn't worth to get worked up about it, therefore he said calmly. "I went to the Voodoo show with Amy."
"Yes and there he was, on the stage." Amy interfered.
But Prue didn't listen to her. "The Voodoo show, it slipped my mind completely!"
"Yes, I thought as much." Cole explained quickly. "And therefore I've asked Amy to come with me."
Prue looked at Amy thoughtfully. "You shouldn't have taken her with you, you can see how excited she is now."
"Nonsense, it was a harmless show. Basically just a sort of an evening of traditional music and dance." Cole explained, but Amy interrupted him again.
"Adam's murderer was there and Cole didn't do anything."
"What?" Prue looked at him, rather confused. "Why?"
"What should I have done?" Cole asked annoyed. "Storm the stage and ... then?"
"He was on stage?"Prue asked in surprise.
Cole nodded. "Yes, quite close to our Voodoo priestess Belva."
"Oh!" Prue understood and turned to Amy. "I don't like to admit it, but he couldn't do anything Amy. We'll find a way to vanquish the demon, I promise you. But it wouldn't have been such a good idea to do that on the stage of a tourist show. Even if Cole was able to do it, and we don't know it for sure."
"But.." Amy looked at her sadly. "Don't you think we had to do anything?"
"No, he could have killed you." She cast an ironical look at Cole. "And nobody wants to see you dead, of course."
"No." Amy finally said softly. "But it was frustrating to see him there and I couldn't do anything."
"I know, but we'll find a way to vanquish him, definitely." Prue promised her and laid her arm around her shoulder. "Come on, I'll take you to your bedroom."
When Prue came downstairs again, she found Cole sitting in the kitchen. She pulled out the other chair and sat down opposite to him. "Now you can tell me exactly, what's happened." She ordered him.
Cole shrugged his shoulders. "You didn't miss anything. It was just a show for tourists. It would be rather boring, if Amy didn't jump up and recognized the man beside Belva, ."
"Do you really think that this demon killed Adam?" She wanted to know thoughtfully.
"I don't know, I haven't seen a lot of him. I wouldn't have noticed him at all, but it was clear to me after Amy's reaction." Cole explained.
Prue nodded. "Mm, Amy gave me a description of the demon, but it doesn't help me along, too."
"Well, unfortunately you don't have your Book of Shadows anymore." Cole reminded her.
"No." Prue said, but she wouldn't let it get her down. "But don't worry, I'll find a solution." she explained resolutely.
"Well I'd know something." Cole started. "We could pay her sister a visit, perhaps she knows something interesting about her sister Belva."
Prue nodded thoughtfully. "You are right. And the woman, who called Morgan in his office has said that they are in a conflict with one another. Perhaps she'll tell me something about her sister's underhand dealings."
"Us!" Cole decided and looked at Prue asking. "How about a visit tomorrow?"
Prue didn't avoid his look. "Okay," she finally agreed, he could come with her, she didn't care at all. "I don't know when I'll have time, probably only it the afternoon."
Cole smiled. "I'll have a meeting with Wingrove tomorrow morning. And I suppose, I'll have a lot of time after it."
Prue looked at him thoughtfully. "I don't think that he'll fire you. After you obtained Amy's release, he won't do it."
Cole shrugged his shoulders. "Even if he will, he won't get back his advanced payment, it's already gone."
Prue smiled lightly and looked at the table. They were silent for a while, before Prue lifted her head resolutely and looked at Cole attentively. "You owe me an explanation for Amy's potion with the disinhibiting effect." She explained. "And don't give me an evasive answer."
Cole sighed. He stood up and went for the little box into his room. Then he put it onto the table in front of Prue. "I've found it in Amy's room."
Prue took the box and opened it. "And?" she asked and looked at the plain white powder.
"And something of it got unintentionally on the little cakes that evening." He explained plainly. "Inadvertently, even if you won't believe me."
"If it really was by mistake, why didn't you tell me about it?" Prue asked sceptically.
"Because I didn't want to get into trouble with you. Well everybody is scared of it." Cole explained and replied Prue's annoyed look. "And besides, Amy has told me, that the potion has no effect."
"But it had." Prue said in a low voice.
Cole nodded. "Yes, but I didn't think about it anymore. Only when the box was falling out of my pocket the next morning, I remembered again." He tried to explain. "And I didn't use it ever again. You have to believe me." he said urgently, because he didn't want her to believe that he had tried to manipulate her.
Prue looked at the powder in the box, then she stood up to spill it into the sink. She knew, that he had told her the truth, and if the first time was an accident or planned, didn't make any difference now. He had used it only once and even this time it just helped her to lose her inhibitions. She hadn't done anything against her will, she had just done something, she wouldn't have allowed herself otherwise. "You should have told me about it." She explained firmly and turned on the faucet. The water and the white powder flew off.
Cole gave a sneering laugh, of course, he could imagine very well, what a pleasure it would have been. She would have flipped out completely. And besides, he hadn't forced her to do anything, he thought angrily, after all she didn't need any potion later. But when Prue turned around and Cole saw her sad face, he just said. "I'm sorry." and resisted saying anything else.
Prue nodded and folded her arms to get a little distance between them. "Okay, then we'll forget this." she decided and went to the door.
Cole stood up quickly and followed her into the hall. "You aren't offended anymore, are you?" he asked in surprise.
"That's no use. I can't change, what's happened and I can't change you, either." She explained and didn't try to suppress the resignation in her voice.
Cole looked at her, he was still bewildered. "Would you like to do it?"
Prue shrugged her shoulders. "Hopeless." she said calmly and cast a quick glance at him. "But another thing. Don't withhold something like that from me ever again." she explained firmly, before she turned around and disappeared upstairs.
Cole looked after her, he was still surprised. He would have never thought, that the matter could be settled so easily. Prue had really surprised him. And he didn't want to, but it had hit him, where it really hurt, when he had noticed, how wounded she was. He went into his bedroom slowly and dropped onto his bed thoughtfully.