safe.â
âWe canât leave the castle,â he reminded her. âThis room is as safe as any other with the killer still wandering around out there. At least he or she is only at half magic. Once the spell wears off, everyone will leave, and Makaleighâs killer could go free. This is the best shot we have, Olivia. I agree with Molly on this one.â
âAnyway, Iâm not leaving, Mom,â Dorothy said. âWeâre going to find the killer, just like we figured out who killed you. We can do this. I wish Joe was helping us, but weâll have to do it without him.â
âDonât wish that too hard,â I disagreed. âI wouldnât want him here. This is an ugly side of being a witch I hope he never has to know about.â
The witchfinder returned. He wasnât alone, accompanied by Abdon. The elder witch and council member was angry. He shook the Spaniard, nearly lifting him off his feet before he tossed him to the Persian carpet as though he was a rag doll. If there had been witches like Abdon during the Inquisition, things would have gone much differently.
âWhat game are you playing at, Brian?â Abdonâs voice shook with his fury. âFor hundreds of years, the witchfinder has used extreme measures to get to the truth. Now you have him wanting to find fingerprints on the knife that killed Makaleigh. What nextâheâll be asking pretty please for information?â
âGrandfather, this is a better way. Every study ever done has showed that torture doesnât work. People say whatever you want them to say just to stop the torture. If you allowus to proceed, with the help of the witchfinder, I think weâll catch the real killer.â
Staring at Abdonâs livid face, I wasnât sure what his response would be. He was used to doing things his own way. The Council of Witches never took rationality into consideration when making their judgments.
But then his features softened when he gazed on the handsome face of his only grandson. âAll right, Brian. On one condition.â He put a hand on Brianâs shoulder. âI want you to take Makaleighâs place on the council when this is over. I wonât be here forever, you know. But there has always been a member of our family on the council. You should be next in line.â
I could see that Brian was struggling for words. If he had any political aspirations to follow in Abdonâs footsteps, Iâd never heard him mention them. I thought he was as polar opposite from the old man as possible. I wondered why Abdon planned to skip a generationâshouldnât he be talking to Schadt about replacing Makaleigh?
Even though the council was political, with members of the same families coming and going as sitting participants, there were no elections. The council decided who took empty spaces, though to my knowledge, there had never been a place open on the council in my lifetime.
âWell?â Abdon asked impatiently. âYou want to change things, do things your way, donât you? The only way to do that is to join the council. Make the changes you want to see. How do you think things got to be the way they are now?â
âThatâs not saying much,â Elsie muttered.
âItâs easy to say that now,â Abdon continued. âDuring the time of the witchfinder and those like him, witches would have given anything to have an authority like the council. We protect witches, provide ways for them to prosper. Iâm sure your girlfriend would approve, right, Debbie?â
Brianâs jaw tightened. âDorothy. Not Debbie. And I donâtwant to be on the council. If you donât care whether or not you have the right witch who killed Makaleigh, why should I? What way is that to convince me that I should join a useless organization that I donât agree with? Excuse me. The air is kind of thick in here for me.â
He brushed passed
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