have to,” Tabitha said almost like she sensed her reluctance. “I know that this revelation is difficult to grasp, especially as you’ve just found out you are a witch but it has to be done. It’s not something I condone, I hate violence but I'm afraid it comes down to that. You die or he dies. You have no option... unless you want to die?”
“No,” Cora said in the same instant her mind said maybe. God, she couldn't even make a decision. Would she rather die than kill another human being?
Why did she have to kill anyone? Why was she even thinking this? It wasn’t normal to drink hot chocolate and discuss who needed to be killed.
Tabitha stood, her dress today was snow white, the slim green belt wrapped snugly around her waist.
“If you don't want to die then you have to kill Jack,” Tabitha insisted. “This is the only way to ensure peace. To ensure you don't die. You will not die on my watch. I’ve spent too long protecting you.”
Cora was shaking her head in disbelief.
“We must learn from the mistakes of the past, which means neither Device or Chattox can live peacefully within the same village . ”
“Wait a minute, shouldn't we take away from 1602 that fighting gets you nowhere other than very dead?” Cora argued.
“Yes, inevitably fighting leads to death but what happened between your mother and the Chattox family was about power. I knew the Chattox family, they wouldn’t want to lose. Dominance battles are a very tricky business, no one is ever going to admit defeat.”
“Okay, then should we not show them and this Jack that we don't want a power fight?”
Why didn't Tabitha get it? They didn't have to fight, why couldn't they talk instead? She didn't want to show how powerful she was; she wanted her simple boring life back.
Ironic, she knew, considering she’d hated her boring simple life not more than twenty four hours ago.
“Cora, he doesn’t want peace, haven’t you already witnessed his need to dominate you? To intimidate you? Look at what’s occurred since you two have met. You may not want to admit it but I can imagine when you were stood in front of him you wanted to win.” She raised her perfectly shaped brow in an invitation to argue.
She was right, she had wanted to win but she wasn't going to admit that.
“But times have changed and people don't go around burning each other anymore. We can see who wins in a fight and then leave it. We haven't been caught so far.”
“Yes, and for that you are very lucky. We can't just allow you to do this. Let me ask you this. If you lost, would you be satisfied and leave it be?”
“Yes,” she squeaked, her voice struggling to say the word. Of course she wouldn't leave it. She'd definitely want a rematch.
“What would happen if one day you were walking on this very street and he was there too, would you just walk past each other without a challenge?”
Cora couldn't answer; she couldn’t imagine it, walking past him without his silly remarks making her want to smack him in the face.
Tabitha nodded and continued. “People may believe that witches are real but to see and be part of a witch war is entirely different, they won't stand for it.”
What was she meant to say? It was clear Jack didn't like her and she wasn't exactly rushing to be his best friend. This whole counter arguing thing wasn't going so well.
“Can't I just move again?” she whined.
“You could, but now you know about your true self would you want to be anywhere other than here?”
She didn't have an answer.
“I find it really ironic that you were brought back here,” Tabitha commented breaking the awkward silence.
“Why?”
“Your mother, Laura that is, didn’t tell me that you had moved here. I found out the day you stood in front of my shop. You live in that house close to the woods and your mother’s house would have been where the woods are now.”
“Can’t I have my memories back?”
Tabitha was
“No,” Cora said in the same instant her mind said maybe. God, she couldn't even make a decision. Would she rather die than kill another human being?
Why did she have to kill anyone? Why was she even thinking this? It wasn’t normal to drink hot chocolate and discuss who needed to be killed.
Tabitha stood, her dress today was snow white, the slim green belt wrapped snugly around her waist.
“If you don't want to die then you have to kill Jack,” Tabitha insisted. “This is the only way to ensure peace. To ensure you don't die. You will not die on my watch. I’ve spent too long protecting you.”
Cora was shaking her head in disbelief.
“We must learn from the mistakes of the past, which means neither Device or Chattox can live peacefully within the same village . ”
“Wait a minute, shouldn't we take away from 1602 that fighting gets you nowhere other than very dead?” Cora argued.
“Yes, inevitably fighting leads to death but what happened between your mother and the Chattox family was about power. I knew the Chattox family, they wouldn’t want to lose. Dominance battles are a very tricky business, no one is ever going to admit defeat.”
“Okay, then should we not show them and this Jack that we don't want a power fight?”
Why didn't Tabitha get it? They didn't have to fight, why couldn't they talk instead? She didn't want to show how powerful she was; she wanted her simple boring life back.
Ironic, she knew, considering she’d hated her boring simple life not more than twenty four hours ago.
“Cora, he doesn’t want peace, haven’t you already witnessed his need to dominate you? To intimidate you? Look at what’s occurred since you two have met. You may not want to admit it but I can imagine when you were stood in front of him you wanted to win.” She raised her perfectly shaped brow in an invitation to argue.
She was right, she had wanted to win but she wasn't going to admit that.
“But times have changed and people don't go around burning each other anymore. We can see who wins in a fight and then leave it. We haven't been caught so far.”
“Yes, and for that you are very lucky. We can't just allow you to do this. Let me ask you this. If you lost, would you be satisfied and leave it be?”
“Yes,” she squeaked, her voice struggling to say the word. Of course she wouldn't leave it. She'd definitely want a rematch.
“What would happen if one day you were walking on this very street and he was there too, would you just walk past each other without a challenge?”
Cora couldn't answer; she couldn’t imagine it, walking past him without his silly remarks making her want to smack him in the face.
Tabitha nodded and continued. “People may believe that witches are real but to see and be part of a witch war is entirely different, they won't stand for it.”
What was she meant to say? It was clear Jack didn't like her and she wasn't exactly rushing to be his best friend. This whole counter arguing thing wasn't going so well.
“Can't I just move again?” she whined.
“You could, but now you know about your true self would you want to be anywhere other than here?”
She didn't have an answer.
“I find it really ironic that you were brought back here,” Tabitha commented breaking the awkward silence.
“Why?”
“Your mother, Laura that is, didn’t tell me that you had moved here. I found out the day you stood in front of my shop. You live in that house close to the woods and your mother’s house would have been where the woods are now.”
“Can’t I have my memories back?”
Tabitha was
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