Many, many years ago
“He is evil,” Silver said, her hair flowing around her as if it had a life of its own. Her bright gossamer gown billowing and wafting in the breeze, enhancing the illusion she was floating rather than walking.
“Yes,” Red chimed in. Her own gown, like Silver’s, a match for her name, hugged her shapely body in an almost obscene way, her very ample bosom being nearly forced out due to the tightness of the shiny fabric. “Using us like he did, pitting us against each other. He. Must. Die!”
“Yes, death would be a goal.” Black pushed her own unruly midnight hair back with a flourish that set the very air around them to movement. “But remember what we have learned, my sisters. DinRau is a powerful being. Killing him would be a waste. All that energy would be lost.” Her sisters were too emotional. Always acting without thinking things through. More concerned about their looks and age than they were about power and immortality. If she didn’t need them for her grand plans, she wouldn’t even let them in on it. How could they not understand simply killing the man for his arrogance could not be allowed?
Silver huffed when Black held out a hand to stop the duo. But both Silver and Red had been on their way to confront the very dominant DinRau. A huge mistake. Black was angry, too. It was extremely upsetting the man, as it turned out, was a lover to all three of them. Black wanted the blue-eyed bastard dead, as well. But if Black’s sisters knew anything about the man, if they knew him like Black knew him, they would not even attempt such a thing.
DinRau had been hers. She had taught him so much. Half his damn power he had learned from her. How could he have betrayed her like this? How could her sisters have betrayed her? Somehow Silver and Red got their fucking claws into him, each not telling the others that they were being bedded by the man.
But it was water under the bridge.
Facing Black, Silver sighed, “You are right, my sister. He is probably much too powerful for us to kill, anyway. You have another plan?”
Black smiled. Oh yes, she had a plan. She despised DinRau for what he had done, and her plan would speak volumes to that. “If we pool our efforts, we can make him suffer.” And suffer greatly.
“Go on,” the two other sisters said in unison.
“I know a spell. A spell out of the Great Marsh, itself, punctuated with the very nectar of the Rabbit Rose.” Black heard her sisters gasp.
“Rabbit Rose?” Red exclaimed. “A fairy tale only!”
“No, my sister. I have discovered one. It lives. It makes Gray Valley its home and bloomed for me. I have several vials of the nectar right now on a secret shelf.” She had planned on sharing her great discovery with DinRau, planned on the two of them creating a spell with it that would give them both supreme power. Until the day she found Red coming from the man’s house. At first, Black had simply been surprised that Red even knew the man. But when she caught up with her sister, she could smell him on her.
“But legend says it only blooms every seventy-five years.”
“The legend is true. And I have all the nectar the flower will give for this blooming. I left nothing for anyone else. Couple that with the new spell I have learned, and we will have our revenge. We will lure DinRau here and weave it around him, rooting him forever in the swamp itself. And once the spell is complete, we will be able to suck all his power into ourselves.”
“And become true witches?” Red whispered, her eyes wide.
“Yes.” Black smiled, her heart pounding just a bit faster. “The second-best part? He will be fully aware of it for the rest of his life. And there will be nothing he can do about it.”
Silver huffed at Black. “What is this power spell you speak of? Where would you learn of such a thing?”
Black chuckled. “You sound jealous, Silver.”
“Hardly, my poor sister. But it seems power is the only thing you desire. It is the reason DinRau chose me over you.” Silver laughed. “Oh, go ahead and raise those eyebrows. It will do you no good. He obviously only toyed with you, Black. He loves me. Only me.” She leaned closer to whisper, “He told me so.” Silver laughed again as she preened herself, her thin beautiful fingers creating snaps of fire as she combed them through fine hair. “Tell me truthfully, sister. How could he not? Look at me.”
“Untrue, oh vain one.” Red pushed at her sister, her face taking on the color of her name. “He must tire of your constant need for praise, as we all do. It is I the man truly loves. I guarantee it. He craves my skill in bed. I, unlike you would ever be able to do, put him first. And he told me so just the other night.”
Black growled, her heart hurting all the more and her anger taking even a firmer hold. Only in her heart would she admit her jealousy of Silver’s incredible beauty that attracted every man who saw her. Like a moth to a flame, they flocked to her, promising anything if she would stay by their side. But she was no less jealous of Red and her voluptuous body she enjoyed showing off with how little she tended to wear. Along with her insatiable sexual appetite, all men simply fell at her feet, obsessing over her if only to get her in their bed.
On the other hand, Black had been born with brains. She was proud of her ability to control and manipulate. But few men stuck around her for any length of time, mainly due to being intimidated by her intelligence. However, she didn’t care. She was more interested in becoming a powerful witch, and a man would only get in the way of that.
Oh, yes. DinRau. He had been impressed with her, not at all afraid. He thought her brilliant and, surprisingly, had often compared her to her sisters.
“You are so much more beautiful, my Black witch. We will be unstoppable together. I am so very much in love with you…”
But the memory of those words was hardly a comfort now.
What hurt so much, though, was the fact she truly loved the man. His amazing blue eyes always undid her when he gazed at her the way he did. She had never been in love before and so did not know its power. She had no idea how to handle it. And being betrayed by him, she knew how to handle even less.
“You are both wrong,” she cried out, knowing she gave away her pain. “He knows I am the strongest of all of us. I have the greater potential, and DinRau knows that. Men like him love only one thing. Power. And that would be me. Me! I should know, for he tells me…oh, he…” She closed her eyes as she recalled how many times that had happened. “—tells me.” Her last words were only a whisper.
Silver harrumphed. “Seems he has told each of us what we want to hear. Clever man. Like I have already said. He is evil.”
Red nodded, fury showing on her face. “He is evil and must die.”
Black opened her eyes again, trying hard to change her deep sorrow back to anger. “He is evil and he will die—eventually. Before that, we will strip him of his power. What say you, my sisters?”