“Phaedra!” he yelled through the door. Instead of an answer he heard more moans of pleasure, they were extremely strong, so much so he was almost knocked to his knees. He knew they were too deep into each other to pick up on the eminent danger heading their way, so even if he burst in through the door they wouldn’t be able to stop. He pressed his hand to the door and closed his eyes concentrating on Phaedra’s emotions only.

With Jesenia’s body pressed to hers she opened her eyes suddenly and fear washed through her alertness. Jesenia being tied into her emotions felt a change in their connection and finally stopped when instead of ultimate pleasure she felt fear and danger.

“What is it?” she hopped off of the bed and searched for her clothes.

“Hounds of Hell” her eyes widened as she thought about what their main purpose was. “They’re here for you.”

　

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“Grace I’ve never even mentioned these people to you. What are you some sort of spying Granny?”

“Ok, that’s it,” Grace put down her drink and leaned forward towards Alice, “I AM NOT YOUR DAMN GRANDMOTHER!” she yelled in a staccato tone making sure Alice understood her completely.

Alice looked at her with confused eyes wondering where all of this was coming from. When she was about to speak, Grace cut her off. “Have you ever wondered why I stay this young?”

“I thought it was good genes?”

“Good genes?” she said with her voice on the brink of laughter. “My ass, your mother looks like she could be my sister.”

“Wait, so tell me…”

“Fuck no, tell me how is that possible?!” Alice interrupted Bette’s thought.

“Alice, like so many before me I was chosen to give your mother to this earth. There was a path set for her and her seeds. But I was never impregnated by any man.”

“What?” Alice asked with a high pitch yell and a confused face.

“I am not a witch, like Bette’s mother I am an Angel. And so is your mother.”

Alice sat back and stared at Grace in total disbelief. There was no way what she was saying was true.