Chapter 17 Part 3

                                                                ~~~17-3~~

    After settling everything down Skye was finally sitting upright while her fussy extra-large nursemaids complained that she should be lying down and resting more especially since they had no idea how to handle having two souls active in one body. Her head moved back and forth between them like she was watching a tennis match with them each take turns while they tried to figure out what to do with her. Every time she tried to offer an opinion or try to move they would crowd in close and speak over each other in the process. The only thing that got them to back off was when she told them that Kyra and Savannah would be home soon and Skye wanted the appearance of normalcy for their sake. She, being in no hurry scare them unnecessarily.

    Dominic understood but still insisted on making her some tea and toast while also forcing her to promise that she wasn’t going to do anything dramatic or outrageous because that would be something she would do it seemed. She could tell that he was attempting to get his own mind as well as himself in control and in all of the years that she had known him…well that she remembered knowing him she had never seen him panic. He was always cool and collected. The immovable mountain or so she thought, until know and it was all because of her.

    It didn’t matter if he was used to seeing her unravelled and confused because as far as she knew or was concerned she had always taken care of herself hadn’t she? In her mind she remembered how Deacon took care of everyone once they were together.

    Shifting her focus back to the matter at hand she didn’t need to look too hard at the grimacing faces of the men in the room with her including her own son, who looked so much like his father while he stood side by side with them that it broke her heart as she nodded in agreement to their terms. Once that was taken care of Maury moved over to her first, leaning over her so that she could put her arm around his neck. “You can’t be serious.” She laughed. Maury tilted his head, stared her right in the eye, said nothing and didn’t move. She searched his face and found no humour in his eyes. “Oh, you are serious.”

    “I’m not a fragile flower.” She griped as she wrapped her arm around his lean but broad shoulders and stood. Immediately vertigo tried to take over. Her balance was off and without Maury’s help she would have fallen back on her ass. He waited for her to get her bearings before he led her from the room. Cyrus had a look of deep worry in his eyes as she moved past him and stroked her fingers gently across his cheek on the way by. By the time Skye finally reached the kitchen, Maury’s arm was around her waist firmly holding her and yet gentle as if she were breakable. She looked around the room and then her eyes fell directly on Gertie who was now seated at the kitchen table surveying the room.

 “You’re still here?” she spat out with no care for the old woman’s feelings as Maury seated her directly across the table from the old woman.

  Not fazed in the least by Skye’s reaction, Gertie seemed almost calmed by the hostility shown towards her, so with an incline of her head she merely smiled and replied, “I have more yet to do here before you see the last of me.” Maury let out a low growl of warning from behind Skye just as Gertie had opened her mouth again. Thinking better of it she instead closed it and remained silent.

 Skye sent Cyrus to go pick up the girls and although he was reluctant to leave her his mother reminded him of how they were going to have to protect them from all of the craziness that had descended on their family. Knowing that once he left she and her guests would figure out their next course of action. As soon as she heard the front door close she told all of them what had happened with Georgia and then she in turn listened to the story from Gertie and Maury about what had happened upstairs.

 Skye’s blood went cold at the thought of some spirit or presence taking root in Kyra’s room. It was all too much, too much all at once. Had she even taken a breath in the past 3 or so days? The flea market seemed so far away. Distracted from her thoughts when she saw Dominic run a rough calloused hand through his hair and let out a long sigh. He looked at Chase and gave a slight nod of his head. 

 After what seemed like forever Dom finally spoke, “Skye, I’m going to leave Chase and Maury here with you.” Before Maury could protest he continued. “Maury will drive me home, pick up some clothes and some other “things” for them and then comeback here.” The way he said “things” told Skye everything she needed to know. They were going to bring guns into her house, this time Skye was ready to argue and her anxiety started to rev high.

 “I don’t want the girls coming home and seeing all of these people here. They’re scared enough already.” She pleaded but Dominic’s eye’s never left hers as he said as calmly as he could, “You have a soul that is half free in your body that doesn’t give a shit about your girls.” Skye recoiled like she had been slapped before he continued, “You also have a witch here that might be able to help us figure out what’s going on. I would take her with me but…” he paused and refocused on the witch in question. “My men would kill her on sight, Caretakers and Guardians do not have the best history together. She is…much safer here.”

   Maury didn’t stay silent this time. “The others won’t think that’s a good idea either boss, once they find out they might come here kill her anyway.” Skye paled at the thought and yet Dominic waved him off with little concern. “They will do as they are told; they have no choice in the matter.” Dom pulled Maury over and spoke to him softly.

    Skye looked at all of the faces in the room until her gaze settled on Chase standing next to her watching the conversation with Dominic an Maury intently. She almost reached out and touched his hand before she stopped herself instead she turned her attention to Dominic.

    “Fine…but figure this out quick, unfortunately this isn’t the only thing I have to worry about right now.” Chase’s brows rose up at the comment and she saw the curiosity and urging for her to continue in his eyes but she chose to ignore it, not wanting to air anymore dirty laundry their way.

    Skye could tell by the look on his face though that the conversation wasn’t over, they were in serve and protect mode now and even though she had never seen them like this; part of her felt safe and another part was terrified about losing their home. She had less than 30 days to pull off a miracle.