"We test everyone...." Damon said. "Just so we know if we could trust them with our backs."
Ava pursed her lips. "So you leaked the fact that I could brew some potions?’
"Yes."
The man was lying and Ava knew it.
She assumed that he was just protecting someone. Someone he knew. Someone in his damn team!
"You passed the test.’
"Yeah... you can have your test. Shove it up your ass." Ava started walking away. "Don’t bother me again."
"Hey..." Christoff showed himself this time. "You have to understand. Someone that could fight is what we need for this mission. Someone like you."
"One of your people just revealed the fact that I could brew a potion and yes, Mr. West. I know it’s not you."
"Hey... Eve... where are you going?" Christoff asked.
"You can find someone else to accompany you, Mr. West. I am done."
"Eve you have to understand that we are merely following protocol. When we heard that these people knew— about the potion we immediately came here and— "
"Pfft... you’ve been following me since I left that house, Christoff." Ava started walking away.
"Christoff let her go," Damon said.
"But we need her?"
"No, we don’t."
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"No, she’s not," Damon said. "I don’t need hard-headed women in my team."
Ava wanted to laugh at that. However, she didn’t stop walking until she reached Death Valley and found her way towards the Shaman’s House. The moment she walked in, the smell of hard liquor almost suffocated her.
"What is this?"
"I am brewing some potions that you could bring inside." The Shaman was sitting at the dining table, a book in his hand. His other hand was stirring into a small cauldron. Inside the cauldron was a green potion. "I assume you were able to convince him?"
"Actually no," Ava said. "But you already knew that. You knew our attitudes would clash against each other and one would end up quitting. And that one is me."
"I can’t say, I didn’t predict that would happen. Damon West doesn’t easily trust people. If you insisted to stay, he would have thought that you have some hidden agenda."
Ava sat across from the old man. She rested her boot on top of the table which earned a glare from the Shaman. "You knew that not many witches can brew a potion."
"I don’t."
"Please. You made me learn the craft so Damon West would be convinced to take me despite my... attitude."
"So you knew. Then I guess I don’t have to explain myself anymore."
Ava sighed. "You could have told me something about that. You know? A heads up?"
"Would that have helped?"
Honestly? It wouldn’t. "But at least I knew many people would covet a witch who could brew higher tier potions. Someone tried to kidnap me and drag me to the Pits. Without potions, with no preparations. I could have died."
"But you didn’t." The Shaman said.
Ava clenched her jaw. She closed her eyes as she crossed her arms across her chest.
"What if I told Mr. West that I am staying?" she asked. "That after all that, I would stay in his group?"
"He won’t bring you inside. He would probably investigate more into your background and though I made some minor changes in your face, you are still fairly recognizable."
The minor changes that the old man was talking about were just the color of her eyes and her lips. He made her eyes light brown and her lips fuller. Aside from that, everything else is the same. The old man said that he had to do it just to avoid some suspicions.
He said that there are people capable of sensing a disguise and a disguise that would change everything about her face is definitely a big red flag.
Of course, Ava agreed. She understood the man’s point.
"So you think he will come tonight?" The Shaman asked.
"Who knows?" Ava said as she got up. "But I have no time to wait for him. I am going to brew other potions."
"You mean poisons?"
"The fact that it smells bad doesn’t mean it’s poison!" Ava said. It seems that the Shaman doesn’t really understand her point. If a healing potion smells bad, then Ava wouldn’t like to take it. This is going to motivate her to avoid getting injured!
At the end of the day, this boils down to her safety.
"Then I will inform you once he comes to apologize."
Ava snorted.
"We are not sure if he would really come."
"Oh... he will. It’s rare for a witch to both know how to brew potions and kill her enemies."
Ava lifted an eyebrow but said nothing as she made her way toward the second floor of the house.
.....
DAMON WEST OFFICE
"I apologize," Alex lowered her head. "I didn’t mean to do that."
"You didn’t mean to tell them that the newbie could brew potions?" Christoff snorted. "Do you understand the importance of a witch like that? Alex, the woman, could defend herself and brew high-tiered potions! How could you even - tsk. Jealous women and their hearts."
"I am not jealous of her! I just wanted to teach her a lesson! Besides... if she’s strong, then she would surely survive."
Christoff stared at the woman in disbelief. "You knew witches like her are very rare. Do you think we could find another one in a week?"
"It’s not my fault that she couldn’t fight! At the Pits..."
"She couldn’t fight? Did you think she couldn’t fight? The woman almost killed the people that sent!"
"What?"
"Oh, please... you think we were mad because she died or something?" Christoff smirked. "Is that what the smug smile is all about?"
"I— "
"No Alex. She lived. She also knew that one of us told them. And she quit. She’s not coming with us. Thanks to you!"
"I— "
Alex stared at Damon, who sat at the edge of his table, his face morphed into a scowl.
"Damon — I didn’t want that to happen. I swear." Alex said.
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