Chapter 197 Calling Onto Him
Let Me Go, Alpha Calhoun
Kristen's POV
"Take off your mask," The witch orders, her voice firm.
I hesitate upon hearing this because I am not so sure, I might see Theodore in her if I try to do so.
"Do it, Kristen. I am going to help you," Namala urges me, her tone giving me enough assurance.
I fumble with my fingers and puff out quick breaths, mentally preparing myself for this. My husband was trying to protect me when he gave me the mask, and now I am just going to take it off like that?
Slowly, I oblige, and I finally see the face of the powerful witch for the first time. She seems to be in her fifties or so, and the whole place is set up like a typical witch chambers. Giving off a strange kind of aura that I cannot even fathom.
Calhoun
He's gone, was too upset to stay and listen to me tell the truth, because it was cutting deep right through him. Knowing the marking didn't work, I stopped being his when he rejected me, and how Theodore was made my second chance mate while I was still married to him, was like a blow to his face.
I would feel the same way if I were in his shoes. He could have been here with me, to know that I can't my dead mate even as I after followed the witch's order in removing the mask.
"You need to appease Theodore's spirit, or else the torment will lead you to your death," Namala tells me with a firm facial expression.
This sparks fear in me, and my mind immediately flashes back to three nights ago where I was running barefooted in the rain. Maybe that was the day I could have been dead.
After throwing one swift glance at an asleep Aiden, I return my attention to the witch in front of me.
"How do I appease the spirit of my dead mate?" I voice out, upon holding her gaze.
"Through that mirror," She points at it, only for me to look at my side and there, I see it.
"Call his name thrice and he'll appear, then you can seek forgiveness," Namala adds, her eyes giving out that she's not in any way joking.
"Will he forgive me just like that? Remember I had to kill him because he wanted to separate me from Calhoun and our son," I remind the witch because doubts are starting to cloud my mind.
"He was doing the right thing but with the wrong
approach," Namala states as she leans closer to mr, searching through my eyes as if trying to detect something
"This doesn't make sense, none of this makes any sense," I point out because she sounds as if Theodore was innocent, when in fact he was a monster.
"Are you going to storm off like Calhoun?" Namala frowns at me, upon sensing my snger.
"No," I shake my head.
"Good. You already took your fate into your own
hands the night you murdered your real mate," she
reveals.
For a moment, I pause and let her words sink in deeper, and I can't fail to notice how it's my turn to frown this time.
"So, you mean Calhoun isn't my mate anymore?" I ask through a squint.
"Appease Theodore's spirit first before the situation gets out of hand," she says, after completely ignoring my question. And I seem to know why, because my mind hurriedly shifts back to when she said
Calhoun's marking didn't work.
"How do I start this and why am I supposed to appease his spirit when he almost killed Calhoun and lastly separate me from my child and husband? He was a monster, did only what he wanted," I conclude breathlessly because I spoke without pausing to catch my breaths. Indeed its agitating to hear someone make it seem like Theodore Fitzgerald was innocent
all along.
"He was right and wrong, right because you were his and wrong because he handled things roughly by choosing violence," Namala adds, never peeling her eyes away from mine.
"Doesn't make him any less of a monster," I mutter, and then clench my jaw to restrain my anger from making me talk further.
Namala stands up and stretch out her hand to me, " come," she beckons.
Reluctantly, I rise to my feet and accept her hand.
In a quiet manner, she leads me to stand in front of
the full length mirror. The mirror is decorated with dried herbs, something like symbolic black charms, and a moon phase calendar to create a mystical atmosphere if I am not mistaken.
"What next am I to do?" I ask with all seriousness.
"Chant his name three times and you'll be confronted with his spirit through the mirror," Namala instructs
quietly.
"And then what?" I can feel my whole body starting to shake from the quick thought of carrying out this
act.
"Try to appease him," Namala says,
And the order is just ridiculous.
"How am I to do this? Will he even listen to me? I
killed him and I can sense that he's so upset with me,
that's why he started the torment," I remind the witch, because she seems to be missing the main
point. How I wish Calhoun was here, he would have straightened things with her. But he got o worked up by anger and jealousy, so he had to leave.
"Just do it, I'll be here to guide you," Namala assures me with enough seriousness in here tone.
I wait for some seconds to run by before eventually agreeing to this with a curt nod
"Good, now, you may begin," Namala instructs
quietly, but her face holds a strong expression.
I suck in a deep breath before finally releasing it, wondering if this will even work
"Theodore,' it takes everything within me to chant
his name for three good times, still, nothing happens.
"It's not working," I tell Namala with a skeptical glance.
"Hold on" Namala instructs me, and then she starts to carry out some incantations.
"His spirit is strongly vexed, try calling him mate,
maybe that will make things easier, because he was your mate before you killed him" she makes this known to me after finishing.
"What?" I blink in confusion, wondering if I misheard her or something.
"You heard me, Kristen, now get on with it," she
smacks her hands together, urging me to carry on.
"Mate, I call his name in the mirror, and then pause
to wait for a second to run by before I say, 'mate
again,"
"Mate," I call out for the third time after holding my
breath.
And suddenly, Theodore appears in the mirror, wearing the exact same tux he was clad in on the
night I murdered him in the speedboat, his chest is wide open, dripping with black blood, and the place where is heart is supposed to be, is empty. Reminding me of the moments I lured him to me with a kiss, and plucked out his heart.
His eyes are dead, unmoving
"You," he growls with so much contempt in his voice, and cold runs deep through my body, bringing out goosebumps in my pores.