The Devil Wore A Brown Suit

Chapter 19: Part One Pedition

This seems unreal. It is not the strangest thing I have experienced since I came to the topside but it is

close. I believe it will probably get crazier as time goes on. I still am unsure what I will do in the end.

All I know is I need to recover my children and go from there. I sit here and wonder if Camilla will be

able to break from him. She looks broken.

I hope Brooke can help her. Brooke seems powerful. I wonder if she has descendant blood in her. I

dare not ask. She can read my thoughts I am sure she knows I am questioning it. I want to know more

about her and where she came from.

I wonder how she fits into all of this. She came here with her family. What family? I spend so much time

wondering what is going on around me. I need to focus on the task at hand.

My brother approaches again. “Sister, everyone will join us at the bonfire shortly. You can go with

Brooke and Camilla. Stay close to them. I am afraid we have someone pretending to be in the

fellowship that is not. I am concerned for your safety.” He says and walks away.

Brooke takes my hand. “Do not worry. He is paranoid all the time. Do not do anything to make him

think you are against him. He will hurt you if he thinks you are not with him.” She says.

Camilla nods in agreement. I wonder what he did to her. I probably do not want to know. I hope KoKo is

okay. I wonder if he survived.

“Let’s go get dressed for the bonfire. Camilla has a dress you can wear to the service. We all wear

white to pray.” She motions for me to come with her.

I leave the table. Camilla is behind me. I can feel her fear. I hate this for her. We follow Brooke to

Camilla’s room.

The walk is beautiful. The fellowship has built so many beautiful homes on the land. There are garden

areas that seem to go forever. In the distance I see a huge fire starting to burn. I guess that is the

bonfire.

We arrive at Camilla’s room. Her room is not as nice as the one I am in but much nicer than the huts I

saw. Camilla grabs me as soon as we walk in.

“I have to tell you this quickly. I only have a second.” She says. Brooke spreads dust to block my NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

brother. “I am pregnant with twins.” She tells me.

The dust floats out of the room. I can see the look on Brooke’s face. Do not react.

“Camilla this room is nice. Did you decorate it?” I ask.

They both take a deep breath. I knew better than to react. I know what my brother is up to. He is using

Camilla to take her children. She is a witch and he is the father. Her children would be very powerful.

Brooke must not be able to have children. That is why she is helping me. She sees him for what he is.

“Let me get you a dress to wear. We all wear white to pray. You can get dressed here if you like.” She

goes into the next room.

I sit on a bench beside her bed. I want to cry for both of them. I know I cannot right now. I have to

remain strong in everything I do now. Now there are two more people to protect.

“I have to know,” I began to ask. I am not sure if I should ask. “Is he planning to kill me?”

Brooke looks stunned that I would even ask that out loud. Camilla rushes to my side.

“No. He loves you so much. He only wants you to be a family again.” I know she is not telling me the

truth.

Brooke acknowledges my thoughts. He is planning to take my children and kill me. Why in the hell is he

playing charades with me? He needs me for something. He plans to use my children as leverage. I am

thinking my children are safe right now. Brooke smiles.

“Let’s get dressed. We are running out of time. Daniel would be very upset if we were late.” She says

as she hands me a white linen dress.

I take the dress. “Can I go to my room and get dressed? Do I have time?” I ask. Brooke agrees to walk

me back to my room.

We walk silently. I need to cry. I need to release all this pain I am feeling. She reaches into her pocket.

As we walk into my room she spreads dust everywhere.

“Cry it out. Then get dressed. You have to pull yourself together. There is no time for a mental

breakdown.” She says as she leaves the room.

She is right. I lay down on the floor and let it all out. Every single pain I am feeling. I have to release it

all. I have to be strong.