"Anne, is this all your stuff," Jaisley asks me once I'm off the phone with my dad. We just got to the airport and Jaisley is carrying the little luggage I have.
"Yeah. I didn't have much," I tell her.
"Good thing you're coming back then," Hanna tells me and races inside the airport. Jaisley stays behind with me.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay? You know, with leaving Angie behind," Jaisley asks.
I almost cry again thinking about being away from Angie. I know it was the right thing to do. I can't risk bringing her to New Orleans and getting hurt.
There's no knowing what'll happen to me once we land. I could be arrested or shot dead. My baby shouldn't be caught in the cross fire.
Cassandra agreed to take care of Angie as long as I needed her to and everyone there will help out. After the huge prison escape, everything seems to be on track with getting the witches their rights back.
The two people that brung me to Ben after the prison escape, were actually his father and sister. It's crazy how everything worked out and even more surprising to find out that they were still even alive.
Ben's dad is a tracker and found out where to find the rest of his family. They brought the others from the prison with them because they didn't know where to go and didn't have a place to stay.
Emi was happy to reconnect with her mother, Ben got his father and sister back, and Lina got her daughter and husband back.
Cassandra is working on finding everyone that escaped the prison a place to stay and setting meetings with the government council to finally settle things.
I'm hoping that things in New Orleans can be settled just as fast, but that's just wishful thinking.
"I'm better knowing that Angie will be safe," I tell Jaisley. Hanna comes to give us our tickets. We walk through security and go to where we have to board our plane.
"What's next when we land," Hanna asks.
"I don't know, but I know we're taking Sybil down and whoever's working with her."
Before I left, Ben was going to tell me everything I needed to know, but I figured it out.
Witches from Berlin can't leave Berlin because their ancestors are buried there. The only person Ben ever told me was able to leave Berlin and still keep their magic was Sybil.
It's the only answer. Once I knew that, Ben confirmed my theory. Ben warned me to be careful, but Sybil should be the one watching her back. I'm coming for her.
"Let's board the plane," Hanna says, snapping me out of my head. We board the plane and take our seats. Hanna sits by the window, Jaisley sits in the middle, and I sit by the lane.
The 15 hour trip back to New Orleans begins and I relax in my seat. I close my eyes to get some rest.
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I open my eyes. Inside the plane is dark and almost every passenger is asleep.
Except for Jaisley.
I glance over to see she's wide awake, playing with Hanna's hair as she sleeps.
"Do you ever sleep," I ask her. She rolls her eyes at me.
"Of course I don't, Anne. I'm a vampire. There's no need for me to sleep. I'm dead," she answers full of sarcasm.
"Do you ever wish you could sleep, just so you can dream?" Jaisley gives me a funny look.
"What's with all these questions?"
"Just curious. Do you want to answer the question?" She doesn't budge and the silence in the plane becomes louder.
"What are you going to tell Alaric when we get there?" Her question catches me off guard.
"I haven't thought about it," I admit. I've tried hard to keep my mind off of Alaric. The only time I failed to was when I asked my dad how is Alaric doing.
"You haven't thought about what's going to happen after we fix all of this," she asks in disbelief.
"It's not the right time to think about all of that. We haven't even gotten far on thinking about a plan to fix all of this."
"You should think about what you want to happen after all of this. That's how I dream," she says with a grin.
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The plane lands successfully and I grab my bag.
"So, where are we going," Hanna asks. She's surprisingly energetic. She must be happy to be back.
"I'll go home. I bet my dad's waiting for me." I can already feel the warmth of New Orleans inside the air bridge that connects us to the terminal.
I get this giddy feeling. I know I wasn't born in New Orleans, but it feels more like home than where I was really born.
I wonder why.
"I'm going to call a pick up. My car isn't here yet," Jaisley says.
"That won't be necessary." I look up to see a group of police officers at the end of the bridge, where we're supposed to enter the airport. Right in front of the group is Gianna.
"What's all of this," Hanna asks with a dazed look.
"Anne Micheal, you're under arrest for the murder of Sir Marcus Zevo." One of the officers go on to tell me my rights as one of them come behind me and puts me in magic dampening cuffs.
"Wait, you can't arrest her. You're not in a position of power to be able to do that," Jaisley says, trying to defend me.
"Yes I can. While you were gone, things changed," Gianna says, head strong. She doesn't budge.
She nods her head to the other officers and they go over to arrest Jaisley and Hanna as well.
"You're arresting us too! For what," Hanna shrieks.
"For assisting a run away and murderer," Gianna growls.
Jaisley looks furious, but she takes a look at her surroundings and chooses against using her supernatural abilities to get us out of this situation.
Of course Gianna would think to involve the humans. She knows we can't fight back in front of them. Jaisley and Hanna have no choice but to surrender and they put them in tungsten metal cuffs, the strongest metal on earth.
I can see the humans behind us frozen in shock to know that they were just on a plane with a murderer.
Gianna and her police force escort us out of the airport and put us into black vans. They keep us all separated.
"We'll take it from here," the guy driving the van I'm in says. He's the real deal and is wearing the higher court uniform.
The human police officers leave and three werewolf guards pack into the van beside me.
"Justice will be served," one of them whisper to me in a threatening tone. The rest of them send me glares.
Off to prison I go.