nancy werlocks diary s02e13 Read Online Free

watches Vivika struggle against the mystical bindings that continue to wrap around her. “Replacing the bismuth filings with lead filings and the ruby shards with red spinel shard makes an effective ward against her draining ability.”
    “You sabotaged me, you demon-screwing whore!” She sends a massive psionic blast at me that causes my head to physically snap backwards from the impact, but I manage to maintain the incantation and keep her from breaking free. Normally, a witch could draw support from her apprentice in binding situations, but the nature of Houston’s ward requires that he not open himself up in that manner lest his mother gain access to his mind.
    I feel her trying to draw energy from the Veil itself, as if trying to anchor herself to the Veil directly and feed from it. “We also substituted your Persian saffron with Austrian saffron. Did you know that the Austrian variant actually strengthens the Veil?” says Brynwolf.
    “And you mock me, you cowardly upstart!”
    “Shut up, Vivika,” says Houston. “Or Chana Magus or Hannah Monfort or whoever the hell you are supposed to be. You sound like a damn supervillain. Just die already.”
    Hearing that much pain and anger in Houston’s voice breaks my heart. I didn’t want him to be here when this happened, but there was no way Vivika would have trusted me if Houston had not been involved.
    Vivika looks to her son. “Houston, I never would have hurt you.”
    “I know. You just would have taken over the body of any daughter I ever had. Like you did to April.”
    “Houston, you are my son and I love you. I made you what you are.”
    “I’m your son. But you don’t love me. And I never asked for any of this.”
    Vivika turns her attention back to me and pushes a new psionic attack at my mind that starts clouding my ability to speak. A witch that can’t form words is a witch that can’t perform incantations. For a moment, I feel like my brain is a rope used in a tug-of-war as Brynwolf countering Vivika’s assault. I feel blood seep from my nose.
    I collapse to me knees as I finish the binding incantation. “It’s done. She’s not getting out of that.” I touch my fingertips to my eyes. When I pull my hand back, I see blood. Houston rushes over to me and helps me to my feet. I can’t stand. Even with Houston bracing me, my body is swaying like I’m drunk.
    “You chose her over me?” says Vivika. “I’m your mother.”
    “And I’m only me because I was born the wrong gender.”
    “That’s not true. Houston…”
    Brynwolf looks to Houston and sighs. “If you love your son, Chana Magus, I’ll give you one opportunity to prove it.”
    “You expect me to beg, upstart?”
    “What are you doing, Lord Advocate?” I ask. My words sound slurred in my head.
    “The right thing for your apprentice,” he replies. “Houston deserves to know the truth. He’s been through too much this year, and he’s been through all of this because of your lies. Everything he has endured is the direct result of your own manipulations. Do the right thing by your son.”
    “There is nothing she can do to make this right,” Houston says as he turns his head toward the Lord Advocate. “She’s a monster, and she needs to be put down like one.”
    “She is a monster,” says Brynwolf. “You’ll get no argument out of me. And you also believe your father was a monster. He killed her and your stepfather and left you an orphan. This goes beyond the last year, young man. You’ve spent your entire life thinking your father was a monster and now you know what your mother is. And it terrifies you, because you think you may be one, too.”
    “I don’t…”
    “Houston, I’m Lord Advocate of the Eighth of the Nine. You aren’t the only mind reader here.”
    “Stop trying to manipulate my son! Warlock! Are you going to let him do this to your apprentice?”
    “I don’t even know what is going on!” I try to stand on my own power but think better of it