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you to be relaxed and listen to what we have to say."
    We? Oh no…are there other people in the
house? Was that it? He was some kind of pimp that lured naive girls
into trusting him and now I'm going to pay for it?
    He laughed as he continued moving his
fingers over her neck. She could feel parts of the sheets under her
fingers and some of the carpet, but moving them was like swimming
through molasses. Her cheek rested against the carpet.
    "There," he said as he continued to move his
hands over her back. "I need you to be open to what we can do for
you. What you can achieve if you listen and say yes."
    "Remi—"
    "Ssshhh…" he said as he leaned over and put
his lips to the back of her neck. "I'm no longer Remi, Rhonda Orly.
My name is Scylla."
    Scylla. Rhonda's memory went into overdrive
as she tried to remember the significance of the name. "That…that's
a mythical name. A sea monster."
    He sat up suddenly and bared
down harder. Rhonda cried out at the pain shooting down her back to
the base of her hips. "Sea monster. Damned Ethereal tripe. They
knew nothing about me. Or about who I was, what I can do, and what
I will do."
    Ethereal…
    Rhonda's breathing
increased. Ethereal? No! No no no
no! She'd turned away from that life. Away
from the planes and the magic and the monsters. She no longer
wanted any of it! She tried again to push him off of her, to turn
and twist, to remember any of the fighting lessons Joe or her uncle
taught her.
    But no matter how hard she tried to get up,
Remi's—no Scylla's—weight held her in place.
    He laughed in her ear. "I see the fight's
come back, child of the God Mother."
    "What does that mean?" She hissed out and
never stopped trying to move. Her heavy breathing moved the fibers
in the carpet beneath her cheek.
    "I didn't believe my sister." He moved his
body to match hers, his arms to hers, his hips to hers, his feet to
hers. "When she told me there were so many that didn't know the
stories. They didn't know the real histories of how the planes were
forged. Or should I say, forced. And then burned."
    Rhonda wished now more than she had in the
past month to have just a small bit of her power back. Something.
She'd always used it to defend herself, to protect herself from
crazies, mortal or planar. She regretted not paying more attention
to Joe's insistence that she needed to be physically prepared as
well.
    "But you really don't know whose blood runs
in your veins, do you?"
    "Remi—Scylla—look, we can talk, okay?
Just…get off of me. Please."
    "Are you afraid of me, child? You think I'm
going to rape you? Murder you? Perhaps…dismember you?" He laughed
and a chill ran down Rhonda's back. "Be assured, little witch, our
plans are far more nefarious."
    Rhonda cried out as she tried to push him
off. "I'm not a witch anymore!"
    "Oh but you see…you believe the lie. You
will be a witch as long as her blood flows in you." He moved his
right hand from hers and softly, mockingly, moved the back of his
hands over her cheek. "Tell me about this creature who took your
power."
    Tears welled up in Rhonda's eyes. This thing
wanted to know about Zoë. At first her old heart flared with
jealousy, but she managed to cool it. To temper it with the
emotions she once felt for her old friend. She closed her eyes and
remembered their friendship. "I don't have anything to tell."
    "You could tell me yourself. It could be
your last independent act, Rhonda Orly. Trust me…it would be less
painful. My sister believes you will resist, and she enjoys pain,
and pleasure, even more than I."
    "No," Rhonda said softly. "Please
don't."
    "Don't you want your power
back, Rhonda Orly? Don't you want to have control of things,
people, places? Don't you want revenge?"
    Yes .
    "No!" Her throat burned with the cry and she
threw her head back as hard as she could, remembering something Joe
showed her once and she hadn't forgotten. The back of her head
connected with Scylla's face and to her surprise and