The 13th Witch Complete Trilogy by Stacey Thompson-Geer Page A

light. One was built very big and had light brown curly hair that clung tight to his head. The other was small and had black hair that ran down his back. He looked at me for a minute and then slapped the other man on the arm. They both walked towards me and stopped in front of me.
“Who are you?” The small man said looking down at me.
     
“I'm with Eric and Marie, why?”
     
“You weren't just in the hallway there, where you?” His voice got dark and brooding as he spoke.
    “No, I've been sitting here waiting for Marie for at least 20 minutes.” I said to him in the most matter of fact tone that I could muster. He looked at me through his squinty eyes and smiled.
“Then I guess I'll be seeing you around the house?”
     
“Yes, you will be a lot now.”
    He smiled a toothless grin and laughed in a way that made my skin crawl. He turned on his heels and started out of the room with the other man fallowing him. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned my head to look around the room. I hadn't noticed before, but there was a bookcase full of books on everything you could imagine. I stood up smiling at the discovery and started to thumb through the selection. There were classics as well as how to books and some educational and alternative living titles. I couldn’t think about the books as I had hoped. Something was not right and I could feel it in my bones. I pushed the feeling out of my head and continued to look.
    “Do you like to read?” A voice chimed behind me. I turned to see Marie and Eric standing there looking at me.
“I do like to read. I read a lot when I was in school.” I said turning and looking back at the books. “You can read any of those books that you like.” Eric said in that cold voice of his.
     
“Thank you.” I didn't know what else to say to that.
    “Have you thought of any other questions that you might want to ask us about our lives or regarding anything that you might have heard about us?” Eric was not a warm person to talk to. He got straight to the point with most people I was finding.
    “I do have one question.” I was going to get right to the point as well. “If you are so powerful, how did Amimara get me from you?”
Marie and Eric looked at each other for a moment and then back at me.
    “Animara was your nanny.” Marie said sitting down on the couch. I followed her lead. Eric continued to stand, which was a bit unsettling, as we spoke. “She was a great friend of ours for many years and we trusted her with our child. She took you when you were barely six months old; she said that she was going to take you for a short walk. Instead, she left with you and never came back. We were devastated and shocked that she had done this.” Marie stopped talking and looked at Eric again, as if asking for approval.
    “I heard that you practiced dark magic.” I started. “Is that true?” I hated asking it, but wanted to know what they would say and how.
    “Many people say that because they don't understand what we are doing. We want to have a better world where people all want the same things.” Eric said taking over the conversation. “That doesn't make us evil.” He was looking right at me with his cold dark eyes. “You have spent time with Anamara's son, Conner?”
    “Yes, some.” I didn't know if I should tell them about what he had said to me and what he had taught me.
    “You can't trust him. He has the gift of persuasion. Anything that he wants you to do, he can just look at you and make you do it.” I thought about the times that we had flirted and wondered if it was real or if it was all him. Why was that crossing my mind now?
    I just looked at him and wondered why he was telling me this, really. Another man with cold features and dark hair walked into the room. He stopped at Eric and whispered into his ear. Eric nodded and started to walk out with him.
“We will talk again soon.” He said as he walked away and into the kitchen.
    “Is there anything else that