Andy lifted Margaret's hand and kissed her fingers, his emerald eyes brimming with trust. He knew she was meticulous in her actions, so if she said it was safe, then it must be. If he were to unexpectedly pass away, there would be someone to take care of Rose for him, perhaps even more attentively.
The separation of siblings in life and death is a painful thing.
But Margaret would never put him in such a position. Those who could live and die together with Margaret should be the ones she deemed more important, those she held in her heart.
And he...
Was just a temporary harbor for her to rest.
Margaret covered Andy's eyes with her hand. Her other hand naturally hung down as she silently recited a spell to summon the dark elements. Vibrant black mist overflowed from her fingertips, seeping into the magic circle, and the pre-arranged lines and runes on the carpet lit up with red light.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
