The Witches on BellaRow Street

35. Uh, I Think We're Outnumbered

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Enter to the Zetish Underworld [Part 4 of 5]

"Are we at the right location?"

That's a loaded question, but judging by everyone's silence, uncomfortable postures, and blank stares--I think we're at the right spot.

Junie flickers a crystal-clear business card back and forth, revealing a hidden address, then peeks at Faylayee, answering her question. "Yeah, this is it..."

Night chills trail up my back as Junie frowns, unsure of her words, then hands the business card back to Aunt BeeBee for confirmation. Aunt BeeBee doesn't say anything, only darting her eyes between the card and the abandoned industrial building in front of us.

Cracked windows, chipped concrete grounds, and faded brick walls beam under a spooky crescent moon. The smell of ashes, lingering off the burnt rooftop, tickles my nose. And I wonder, did the tiger tattoo lady give us the wrong address?

Up close, there's a row of rustic metallic pillars, seen as an entrance way to the abandoned warehouse. One major wind storm and they'll come tumbling down, but something tells me the Zetish lingering in the air will withstand the pressure.

And speaking of pressure, Faylayee is surprisingly holding it together. It's the new magic. For days, we've been practicing, gaining control of its power mingling with our own.

"So, what do we do now?" Faylayee pouts, looking at her outfit. "Walk into the creepy building wearing this?"

She has a point. We are dressed-to-impress, leaning against our car, parked in front of an empty warehouse, looking 100% suspicious, confused, and lost.

Junie wanted to do a locational test run, but between the shop, several potions fail, Faylayee's 'on-again' wedding plans, and Mister Purr's unexpected tummy ache, we didn't have time.

"We wait for a sign." Aunt BeeBee straightens her dress, looking for clues around the abandoned area, double-checking anything we might have missed.

The last time we waited for a sign, we ended up locked inside a limo, witch-napped, and confessing all our secrets. But Aunt BeeBee thinks we're overlooking a few clues like we're in an Escape Room game.

Junie rolls her eyes upward. "If this is a trap, I'm burning everything..."

"I'm with Junie!" Faylayee snorts, all eyes on her. "What? I can be a rebel too. Thank you very--"

On the left, a scraping noise, about fifteen feet away, startles us. A small group of Supernaturals, dressed fashionably late, and unbothered by us, walk few paces and stop at the metal pillars, crossing over through the entranceway, one-by-one.

Faylayee gasps, Junie exhales, and Aunt BeeBee relaxes her shoulder once the group vanishes in front of our eyes.

"That's it, ladies. We have to walk through the pillars." Aunt BeeBee's confident now, and there's a pep in her step. "You see that up there?" She points to a camouflaged scanner in the upper corners on the industrial pillars. "It's facial recognition."

"The tattoos." Junie glides her hands over her cheekbone. "Alright, we're in there."

If there's a time to text Zion, it would be right now. I glimpse at the other abandoned buildings in the area, scouting for onlookers or the elusive Photo-Stalker, hoping it's only my sisters and me, lurking in the dark.

"Are you texting Zion?" Aunt BeeBee asks, walking up to the pillars.

"Yep."

She nods, agreeing. "We need to make sure Cree is with him during and after."