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I shook my head, knowing that wasn't true. If he had been in her head, she would have told us. "He's not in her head. She saw a vision. It isn't like she snapped her fingers and popped into his mind."
"You don't know that," Willow said. "And she should be locked up until we know more."
"She can't be trusted."
"After all, she did try killing Frank."
"This is unfair!" I yelled furiously. "She is not a murderer! She is not working against us! She has a gift."
Willow raised an eyebrow at me. "Turn of events there. Just a few months ago, you were certain she couldn't be trusted,and now you want her to walk freely. Should we be concerned where your allegiance lies?"
I stood stunned. So many questions were flooding my head, and I couldn't believe how quickly this was turning. But I knew deep in my soul that Jillian was safe. I didn't trust her before, but I do now. I knew just how hurt Jillian was. Before I knew the truth, I could see she was tortured by what happened. And the last thing I wanted was for her to be put back into a dark room.
She couldn't even sleep without the lights on. She jumped at loud noises and was always looking over her shoulder. She was strong, but she was also scared and afraid all the time.
"Are you saying that she's done something to sway you, Maddox? Should we be concerned about finding a new Alpha for your pack?" The question came out as an accusation, and I wanted to scream.
But a hand was placed over mine, and I looked at Jillian. She gave me a tight smile, looking at me with pleading eyes. "Please…just...let me go."
"What?" She couldn't be serious right now.
"It's easier this way."
"No, no, it's not. You're my wife, and you've done nothing wrong."
She squeezed my hand. "Maddox, if this is what they need to know, that everyone is safe."
"I know that you're safe," I said low, looking deeply into her eyes. "Because you are."
She swallowed, and she wouldn't look at me. She turned to the Council. "I'll go."
"No!" I growled. "She will not."
"Maddox, please." She begged now. "You can't go against the Council. You should agree instead of fighting. Your pack needs you."
"You are my wife, and I will not let them lock you up because they are scared."
"But I'm scared," she whispered, sounding so broken. "And they have a point. I'm dangerous."
I could see the guilt written in her eyes, and I felt like a failure. I took her hands, squeezing them. "Jillian, you are a wonderful person…and I know you would never hurt someone. You...you don't deserve this."
But I could see in her eyes that she wanted to go. She felt guilty, and there was nothing I could say or do to change her mind.
Chapter 18 - Jillian
I didn't want to get locked up again. I didn't want to sit in a dark room with nothing but my thoughts, but maybe that was for the best. I couldn't let them pull Maddox from his pack because they were scared. Maddox didn't deserve that. He had done nothing wrong.
I pulled my hands free from Maddox's, ready to agree to whatever they wanted. I had to. I couldn't let him dig himself a grave. I couldn't let them think he was trying to protect me and end up getting locked up himself. His pack needed him.
But before I could agree to it, the doors behind us opened. I jumped at the sound as Hope, Tara, Jessie, and Sam all stepped into the room. Hope marched forward, anger fueling each of her steps as she got closer to me. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
The Council looked a little uncomfortable with Hope's presence, and I didn't understand why. Maybe it was because she was a witch.
"She's a seer, and your instant reaction is to throw her into confinement? How the hell is that fair?"
"Hope, how great of you to grace us with your presence."
"You can all eat shit," she snapped angrily. Maddox's eyebrows went up at her words, looking as stunned as I was feeling. "How is it that Sam sees visions and you all praise her, but Jillian sees something and you want to lock her up? Where is the fairness in that?"
