It was like someone hit the info switch.
Images, memories, and knowledge flooded her mind, breaking down the magic blocking her synapses.
Her learning how to make her first potion at six with her mom. Her dad teaching her to hunt in the woods north of London here and teaching her to shoot at the range in the modern world. Her zapping a gangly boy with dark hair because he pushed her in the mud and ruined her pretty dress. Her mother and his lecturing her on proper use of magic. Her giving the boy a kiss because the girls in the modern world on the playground dared her to. The little boy giggling and running away, shrieking ‘cooties.’ Saying goodbye to him when his mom died and the leader of the witches, his grandmother, said they had to hide in the modern world and stop jumping. Forgetting his name as she grew up, learned how to be a witch, and found other crushes.
"Oh my God," Giselle breathed, covering her mouth. "You... I remember." She turned to her dad and flung her arms around his neck. "Hi, papa."
"I knew your mother’s ring would help. She always said if anyone put a spell on you that I should give it to you."
Giselle’s heart clenched. Mom? Oh. Her mom died five years ago from an aneurysm. She’d been in the modern world at the time, but no one got to her fast enough. She was dead when they found her.
She wasn’t going to let Sarah die too, if she hadn’t already.
"Anthony, I remember everything. I can track Sarah and Maura, but S... she might already..."
"I know," Anthony cut her off. "If she is, we’ll still be able to kill that bitch."
Giselle nodded and closed her eyes, focusing her mind on her last living mentor and the woman who’d learned right beside her, the woman she’d considered her best friend until a year ago. The one who’d covered for her when she snuck off with her boyfriend in the middle of the night when they were teens. The one who studied with her when they went to college in the modern world. The one who stayed up all night eating ice cream with her when her fiancé dumped her three years ago.
That Maura was gone. Her parents and two little sisters died in a freak fire, and ever since then she’d been trying to twist time in the modern world to go back and save them. The magics she was trying to tap were too dangerous to both worlds. Sarah and Giselle both tried talking her down, and she wouldn’t listen. She’d been trying to figure out the time spells and hide from Sarah and the rest of the older witches ever since. She fell in with the rebels because they were willing to do the dangerous spells, like summoning the Jinn. She didn’t care if they were wanted for killing other witches, including Anthony’s mom.
Giselle's eyes flew open and she pointed down the road to another little alley squished between two decrepit buildings.
"There." She took off with Anthony and her dad close on her heels.