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your eyes.   You
don’t like me and once Skye does your dirty work, I’m expendable.”
    Sabrina gave a short laugh.   She relaxed only marginally.   Maybe the child didn’t know anything after all.   “You might be of some use to me in the
future.   You never know.”
    “I don’t want to be a witch,” Emily shot back.

Sabrina moved forward slowly, her feet barely touching the
floor.   She lifted one hand and caressed
Emily’s cheek.   It bothered her little
that the teen shivered and turned her face away.   “Emily.   My sweet Emily.   Some things are
inevitable.   Do you think your sister
wanted to be a witch?   It’s in her
blood.   She was born of the Craft and
though she may spend her entire life fighting against her destiny, in the end,
the magic will win.   It always wins.”
    Emily’s lower lip trembled and Sabrina watched her bite down in an
effort to regain control.   “Skye might be
a witch, but I’m not.   And I won’t become
one.”
    Sabrina patted her head like she would a playful puppy.   “Of course not, my dear.   That’s why you’re here.   Now, as much as I’d love to continue this
conversation with you, I really must leave you now.   Try not to worry too much about your
sister.   She’ll be safe as long as she
does as she’s instructed.”
    “She’ll be safer if she doesn’t kill the wizard,” Emily returned.
    Sabrina’s back stiffened.   “But
you won’t be.   So for your own sake,
you’d better hope your sweet sister can follow instructions.”
     
    ***
     
    Skye found the locket lying on her pillow.   Her hands shaking, she picked up the gold
chain and held the heart in the palm of her hand.   Emily’s necklace, the same one their mother
had given her before she died.             Her blood running cold, Skye sat down
on the edge of the bed and curled her fingers around the chain.      “Damn
you, Sabrina.”
    “Just thought you might need a little wake-up call,” Sabrina purred.
    “I don’t need anything from you.   I know what I’m doing here.”
    Sabrina’s voice seeped in under the door and though she wasn’t in
the room, Skye could feel her presence.   “Perhaps, but I have noticed your intense infatuation with the wizard.”
    “I feel nothing for him.”
    “Then get the job done.”
    Skye opened her palm and stared down at the heart.   “Do not touch my sister.”
    “Don’t make me have to kill her then.”
    Skye leaped to her feet.   “If
you hurt her, I will kill you.”
    Sabrina snickered.   “You can’t
even manage to take care of the wizard.   How do you plan on going up against a witch who has far more magic in
her little pinkie than you have in your entire body?”
    Skye felt her temperature rising in tune with her temper.   “Do not push me, Sabrina.”
    Sabrina’s laughter echoed until it finally faded to silence.
    Skye knew the witch had left her alone, but Sabrina would never
really leave her.   Not until Rane Hansen
was dead.
     
    ***
     
    Rane tapped once on the bedroom door and entered without waiting for
an invitation.   He carried a bamboo tray
to the bedside table and placed it next to the intricately carved wooden
lamp.   “I thought you might be hungry.”
    Skye glared at him.   “I was
expecting bread and water.”
    His lips twitched.   “You have
to admit that your accommodations are much better than an ordinary prison
cell.”
    “Since I’ve never been in prison, I can’t really make that
comparison.”
    “With your breaking and entering skills, I find it difficult to
believe you’ve never been a guest of at least one law enforcement division.”
    Skye whipped away from the window and stalked across the room.   “Weren’t you just leaving?”
    Rane settled himself on the edge of the bed.   “Actually, no.   I fixed enough for two.”

Skye turned around to stare at him.   “You’re kidding, right?   You’re holding
me prisoner in your home and expect me to share