nancy werlocks diary s02e13 Read Online Free Page A

when I almost fall down. There is not enough aspirin in this state to treat the headache I have.
    “I’ve seen Houston’s medical records,” says Brynwolf. “I know that his abilities are not the result of Imprinting. They are far too powerful and far too precise. You didn’t give him his powers. You simply unlocked them. You may actually have been the one who locked them away to begin with.”
    “What are you saying?” asks Houston.
    “You are a powerful psion, Houston. And you have extraordinary potential. I won’t see that potential damaged from your own internal doubts. I don’t believe your mother was truthful about who your father was. I believe he may have been a witch. Most likely a psion himself. Your magic is hereditary, not imprinted.”
    “Is now really the best time for this conversation?” I ask.
    “It is the only time. Because only one person knows the truth. You won’t be released, Chana Magus. You are too dangerous to be free. But I can offer you a reprieve. The Eighth of the Nine is willing to allow your essence to be imprisoned at the Nexus in exchange for the truth. Who is Houston’s father?”
    “You already know who is father is, upstart. He killed me.”
    “Don’t do this to your son. He deserves to know the truth.”
    “That is the truth, you pathetic fool. His father is responsible for my death.”
    “Houston’s magic isn’t the result of Imprinting. You can drop the charade. If you love your son, tell him the truth so he can reach his full potential.”
    Vivika’s laugh sends a cold chill through me. “You really don’t know, do you? Oh this is precious . Now why would the Eight of the Nine care so much about the paternity of one witch? Fine. I’ll take your little plea bargain, Lord Advocate. But I won’t tell you anything. I will only speak to the Eighth of the Nine. If he wants the information so badly, he will bargain with me directly. I have information he wants? He’ll give me what I want.”
    Before the Lord Advocate can reply, the flock of crows that had been observing our activities swoops down into the circle. Their talons glow with a faint blue light. They begin to tear Vivika’s astral form to pieces.
    “Red Turtle! What are you doing?” shouts Brynwolf over the sound of the crows cawing and Vivika’s screams.
    “What you should have done,” he replies as he calmly watches the birds tear Vivika’s soul to shreds. Vivika forces out one last psionic blast that kills a third of the flock, but not enough of them to stop what is happening.
    “Stop it!”
    “No.”
    “We need her!”
    “No, you don’t.”
    “Stop this or—”
    “You have no authority over me, Lord Advocate. I don’t belong to your colleges.  Do not forget who protects this cairn, and who allowed you to conduct your business here as a guest. I agreed to help you destroy this abomination. I keep my agreements.”
    “Houston!” Vivika shouts.
    “Its fine, Lord Advocate” says Houston as he turns around and watches the last of his mother’s soul get ripped to shreds by the birds. “He’s right.”
    The flock carries off the pieces of Vivika’s spirit and vanishes into the clouds.
    Houston and I both sit down on the ground. Well, he sits. I just sort of lean against him and try to stay upright. He puts an arm around me. “You okay, Boss?”
    “I think there is blood coming out of my ears.”
    “A little. Do I need to take you to Doctor Creepy-Guy?”
    “No. No. I just need a nap for about…a week.”
    “I’m sorry, Houston,” says Brynwolf. “I had hoped to at least afford you some closure.”
    “Yeah, well. Maybe you could have told us about this part of the plan beforehand? Because as it stands, now I know I’m not just an orphan. I’m a bastard.”
    “The young man has a point,” says Red Turtle. “You risked allowing an abomination to continue to exist over your people’s obsession with bloodlines and lineage. No good came of allowing her to continue to be.