Page 100 of Hunting for her Heart
“What do you mean,uh oh?Where is she and who are you? Why do you look like her?”
“Would you believe she’s her twin?” I ask hopefully, but she just stares at me like I’m an idiot.
“She’s my sister. We grew up together. I’d know if there was another one of her!” She glances at Willow and I see a sliver of doubt there. But I don’t really want to lie to her.
Besides, if this is her sister, doesn’t that mean she grew up with the same abusive father? With a quick glance, she doesn’t look battered like Willow had been. She looks much healthier.
“Did you come here from the cult?” I ask, unsure how else to phrase it.
Her eyebrows raise in surprise. “So youhaveseen her?”
I lick my lips nervously before finally nodding. “I have.”
When I don’t elaborate, she gestures to Willow as she speaks. “Well? What’s going on here? Where is my sister?”
“I think you’re going to want to sit down for this,” I tell her as I round the counter and lock the door, switching the sign back to closed.
Now she’s seen this Willow, and somehow knows she’s not her sister, I have to try to convince her of the truth. And the only way to do that is to show her the Enchanted Veil.
“Follow me,” I tell them both as I head to the back of the store. She doesn’t notice when I use my magic to turn my office into the Enchanted Veil, too preoccupied with scanning the store behind her.
Once inside, I start to pace, trying to figure out how to explainthis.
“Your sister and this Willow were born in the wrong worlds,” I tell her. “Your sister’s soul should have been born in her body. In Dyconia.”
“Dyconia?” she asks, her arms crossed over her chest with narrowed eyebrows.
“Yes, think of it as another realm, another world. Similar to ours in medieval times.”
Her eyebrows raise as she looks at me like I’m completely insane. “I can prove it, sort of,” I tell her as I step up to the wall. “You see, I’ve helped many women switch back to their rightful world. Willow isn’t the only one.”
I place my hand on the wall and close my eyes, begging for it to finally show me Willow. I hear Izzy gasp, and I open my eyes to find it’s finally worked.
Through the window, we can see Willow, fast asleep in a bed full of furs.
“Willow!” Izzy yells, but I shake my head.
“It lets us see in, but they can’t see us. And there is no audio at all,” I explain.
“Where is she?”
“I’m not sure,” I say, taking in the rustic wooden walls. A man steps into view, staring down at her sleeping and Willow behind me gasps.
“Oh no!”
“What is it?” I ask, turning my head to see her worried eyes.
“I think that’s one of the cannibals from Redmere.”
“Cannibals?!” Izzy asks in horror as my worried eyes turn back to the scene through the window. He doesn’tlooklike he is going to try to eat her.
“Yeah, they’re the worst. They’re total barbarians.”
“I need to save her,” Izzy exclaims in worry. “You have to send me there.”
“It doesn’t work like that,” I tell her just as the image fades and I lower my hand.
“Then how does it work?”
