Esther’s POV What I needed was a plan, a plan to figure out not only who Wesley had told, but what his end goal was, if he had one. I needed him to tell me the truth, but that wasn’t as simple as a spell, getting the truth is complicated and so is the brew needed to extract it. I had all the ingredients I needed in my trunk that I left in the care of Silas on the surface, who I needed permission to contact. Once I had the brew made, I would still need to dose Wesley with it and it’s not like he would drink anything I gave him.There was no choice I needed an accomplice to accomplish it. I walked to my door, I knew Dimitri asked for the night, but the faster we handled this situation the better. I swung my door open, surprised to find Dimitri right outside, about to knock. “I was just coming to see you.” I spoke “Do you have a plan?” He questioned “Yes, come inside” I answered swinging the door wider and stepping back. I chanted a little privacy spell, so we wouldn’t be overheard.

Esther’s POV I was enjoying the feeling of Dimitri suckling my neck when an ideal hit me, it was perfect.“Do you know how; Wesley takes his blood?” I questioned. Dimitri pulled his head back showing his blood covered fangs.“You want to talk about Wesley’s blood preferences right now?” Dimitri huffed “He won’t drink any blood we give him; he has always been superstitious as hell; he probably has his own stock.” “Well, I know he won’t drink from a blood bag or cup, but what about a person?”Dimitri looked confused to begin with then it registered “Will the brew even work that way?”“Yes, it is absorbed by the blood, and I can make it, so it won’t affect the host, only Wesley.” Dimitri licked the blood from his lips “That could work, he does have a weakness for fangers, especially the slutty ones.” “Now we just need a fanger who won’t talk.” I stated, the phone rang on the wall next to us. Dimitri grabbed it. “Dimitri” he stated holding the phone to his ear. After a couple of secon

Silas’s POV I couldn’t help but notice how vague Esther was about the leather-bound brown book she put inside her trunk, which made me all the more curious. Usually, Esther was more to the point and specific about things, she is only vague when she is trying to hide something. After I got done eating, I couldn’t stop thinking about that book, maybe, it was the boredom sinking in after being here for so many hours, with Hannah asleep there wasn’t anything for me to do. I tried to make conversation with Dimitri, but I might as well have been talking to a wall, I really didn’t understand what Esther saw in the guy. I mean sure the guy was a ten in the looks department, but I don’t think he rated anywhere near that in intelligence. I mean, I should have been mad at Hannah for manipulating me, but her manipulation just made her hotter, see she was a ten in both looks and smarts.I always tried to respect Esther’s privacy, but that book kept calling to me. Esther was distracted stirring h

Silas’s Point of ViewIt has been about twenty minutes since Hannah choked down the truth brew, I am sure it tasted terrible, ten hours is the minimum for a truth brew, the longer it cooks the less flavor it has. Dimitri and Esther were preparing to escort her to Wesley’s suite when a knock came at the door. Dimitri and Esther, both shot one another a look. “Are we expecting anyone?” Esther questioned eyeing the door. “Not to my knowledge, I told Dylan we did not want to be disturbed.” Dimitri answered walking over to the door, while Esther grabbed Hannah’s arm pulling her into the bathroom and closing the door. Dimitri slowly opened the door. “Ah Samantha and Gregory what a pleasant surprise.” Dimitri said once he saw who was on the other side of the door. Dimitri continued to stand in the doorway blocking them from coming in. “Yeah, I just thought we should say goodbye” Samantha stated waiting for Dimitri to invite them in and when he didn’t, she took matters into her own hands “

Silas’s Point of ViewI decided not to mince words and instead, I just grabbed the journal from the band of my pants and dropped it on the table in front of Samantha and Gregory. “What, how do you have this? I just gave it to Esther.” Gregory questioned confused. “No, you gave her that one, that she left over on the end table.” I responded pointing to the other journal. “I pulled this one out of Esther’s trunk when she wasn’t looking.”“I don’t understand” Gregory said in confusion pulling the journal to him and opening the cover. “There is more than one copy, and Esther had already seen it, when she claimed she hadn’t, why?” Samantha also looked confused. “If I had to guess, this one is the original.” I answered, “But I need to know what happened.” Gregory recounted the details of Esther helping him pull the ink forward from the back pages of the journal and how it didn’t lead to anything more, so he was going to give up on finding out anything more. “Well, I will tell you what I