“Is David with you?” Sarah asked Julia through the portal.
“Did Rebecca just . . .”
“Yes. Is David there?”
“No, but . . .”
“Get him and send him here. I don’t know what sort of hell is about to break loose, but I want some firepower nearby just in case.”
“Why don’t you just get out of there?”
“I doubt Bailey would leave. And I want to figure out what just happened.”
“I’ll get him. Just . . . be careful.”
Julia’s tone of voice drove home how precarious everything was. She had been so standoffish as recently as a few months ago. Now she sounded genuinely worried about others.
Both Bailey and Marie were kneeling on the floor on either side of Rebecca’s body. The knife was still in her chest, and the two of them were trying to stop the bleeding. Sarah could tell that it was pointless: the bleeding had already slowed to a trickle. Rebecca’s heart was no longer beating. Leaving Bailey and Marie to their grief, Sarah’s mind turned to the question of why Rebecca killed herself.
David stepped through the portal and took in the scene. “What the . . .”
“David, I need you to be ready to defend us.” Sarah spoke calmly in the hope of keeping him calm.
He nodded while continuing to stare at Rebecca’s body. As he knelt down near Bailey, Sarah at first thought he was sharing in the grief, but then she noticed him picking up something off the floor. Before she could ask him about it, the door opened, and a man she didn’t recognize walked in.
“Mistress? What is going on?”
Marie turned around. “Phillip! We need your help. You have to heal her.”
“The Elder is dead?”
“No! You can save her! Please!” Marie’s voice cracked repeatedly with desperation.
“The Elder is dead. Finally.”
“I’m sorry, Marie. I have lived under his boot for too long.”
“Her! This is Rebecca!”
Phillip grabbed Marie’s shoulders. “Marie, listen. It hasn’t been Rebecca for months. The Elder took her over. You know this. She’s free, and he’s gone. I’m not going to lift a finger to bring him back. I am sorry about Rebecca, but this is better for everyone.”
Despite Marie’s pleading, Phillip turned and left. When she looked back, Bailey was right there.
“Is that it? Do you have anyone else who can help?”
Marie shook her head. “Phillip is our only healer.”
“Then you have to release me.”
Marie’s confusion was obvious. “What do you mean?”
“Release me!” Bailey was getting angrier.
“But it was the Elder. I can’t do anything.”
“Bullshit. It was your magic the Elder used. You can release me.”
“I don’t know how.”
Sarah watched the two going back and forth. The source of the charm Bailey was under had become clear.
“You have to do it. If you want to save Rebecca, you need to free me. If you can’t, Rebecca is gone for good.” Bailey glared at Marie, who averted her eyes and shifted nervously.