"Jaenelle you have to calm down. Lucivar will be back soon you'll see." It was the same thing everyone kept saying. All of them. They didn't know! They didn't understand. They couldn't. This would kill Daemon. Being there. Being back in the life that he left behind. It would kill him. Not being here when she needed him. Not being here and not knowing… It would kill him!
"Here sweetheart it will help calm you." Jaenelle looked up to see Manny holding out a warm class of milk.
Manny had been with Daemon most of his life in some way or another. And she was here now as a friend.
"Maybe it will help clear my head?" she sniffled. She didn't want to cry. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to whack Daemon upside the head and then never let go. Quietly she shuffled over to an overstuffed and drank her milk. Slowly and painstakingly she cleared her mind. She was Witch. She was not some mousy, runny nosed bitch. She was the living myth and she would find her mate!
Mist rose and fell. Webs stretched through the darkness. Tethered lines. Radial lines. Physic pathways that none could walk. Ways through the twisted kingdom that were only open to her. This was her home. This was where everything was so clear. This was the abyss. This was her inner web.
A single word spoken. The sound was a lover's caress. *Daemon.*
Pain sorrow and deadly cold came from above her. Images flowed to her. Not her own and not those of a vision. She was seeing what had or what was taking place. *Jaenelle* it was said with all his love. With all his sorrow and grief. It was said to say good-bye.
Witch's eyes snapped open. She didn't make the decision knowingly but she had found him and she had him in the eye of her web. The husk would need to be found and quickly if the Self was to ever be coaxed back into it. But for now she had Daemon or at least a part of him. And whatever had caused him to sever the link like this would meet her full wrath and the full measure of her teeth and claws.