"That was your plan?" Dylan questioned, staring at Kennedy. "Seriously?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

The pair sat in Dylan's car, Lexus's engine held in a steady rhythm as the heater poured hot air into the space. A slight vanilla smell reached Kennedy as she tucked her loose hair behind her ears.

They left Martin soon after Kennedy used the spell. But stayed in the car across the street from Martin's house to make sure he was okay. Martin looked around and rubbed his chin. Kennedy felt sure the spell worked as he locked his car and traveled toward his house.

Kennedy felt guilty using the same spell as Helena, but she didn't see any other choice. Obliviscatur rewired memory, everything depended on what the spell caster wrote on the paper. The caster can write little details or leave some parts to chance and change just bigger events in a person's memory. Kennedy had little time to write the spell and based it mostly on what Helena used on them before. Forcing Martin to forget, he regained his memory of the magical world and added minor details about their time together.

"It's the way to protect him," Kennedy said, looking through the foggy windshield.

By now all the street lights were lit, and Kennedy lost sight of Martin for a moment. But soon he appeared on the porch of his house and traveled inside.

"I get your intentions, I really do," Dylan agreed. "But he has a right to decide."

"I know," Kennedy said. "He would have to choose between his pregnant wife and his best friends. And knowing Martin, he would choose both, and we can't have that in this situation."

Dylan lightly nodded and suddenly stopped. He stared at Kennedy with narrow eyes as she buckled her seat belt. Her hair fell and hid her face, she soon tucked her hair back behind her ears. She felt Dylan's sight following her every move.

"Do you have paper for me as well?" Dylan asked, staring at her. Kennedy stayed still, gulping on a lump in her throat. "I figured. Don't you dare to use it," he said, shifting to the windshield. "We are in this together."

Kennedy simply nodded and looked at Martin's house one more time as Dylan drove down the street. Soon he turned left and drove toward Flattop Mountain.

"You are driving the wrong way," Kennedy said, realizing Dylan drove back toward the cabin.

"I need to rest K," Dylan said, shaking his head. "And you look tired as well."

"Are you saying I look bad?" Kennedy asked, raising her eyebrow.

"I would never say that," he explained, glancing at Kennedy. "We barely slept, and the hike drained me as well. And we need to pick our things anyway," he paused. "And Martin's stuff as well."

"Fair point," Kennedy mumbled, remembering her car was still at the cabin.

"About the cabin," Dylan said. "We are breaking the entry, by staying there." He glanced at Kennedy.

"I rented it," Kennedy said. Dylan raised his eyebrow. "I have been using a fake name for the last two months. So that Helena wouldn't find me."

Dylan contained his laughter, forcing Kennedy to furrow her eyebrows. She knew why he wanted to laugh; Helena could track them down by using the supervenio spell. The spell traces a person and the spell caster would appear in an astral projectile state, seeing the desired person. But Kennedy was smarter than Dylan gave her credit.

"I'm using occulto, obviously," Kennedy said, Dylan nodded and drove further down the snowy road.

Upon regaining her memory, Kennedy used a spell to hide her locations. Before conducting a plan to get the resurrection chest, she needed to first find the most important piece. She needed to find Hayden. Technically, he was missing, therefore his body wasn't buried in a known location. Kennedy guessed they hid Hayden so he wouldn't be found. She wasn't sure what measure Helena took to hide him.

"I used it on you as well," Kennedy said. Dylan raised his eyebrow, glancing at her. "Just in case she can know when we regain our memory," she explained. "You being back here is suspicious enough," Kennedy added as they reached the forest road.

"Okay, but she can't know we regained our memory. It doesn't work like that." Dylan explained. "It's all very noble and all that K, but do you even know where Hayden is?"

"I do," she admitted. "I talked to Alex a month ago."

"What is the point of hiding if you talked to him?" Dylan asked, raising his voice.

"He left the coven years ago," Kennedy explained. "And I took safety measures. He doesn't even remember he talked to me," she added as the view of the cabin rose.

"K," Dylan said, staring at her with wide eyes. "You used probitatis?"

As soon as the car stopped, Kennedy climbed from the vehicle. Using probitatis spells was taboo in all witch communities. The spell was painful and used as an interrogation tool. If a person lies, they would feel a burning sensation in their stomach. The only way to avoid misery was, to tell the truth. Kennedy rushed to get inside. She knew she couldn't avoid this conversation for long, but Dylan's judgment felt as painful as using probitatis.

"K, wait!" Dylan yelled, locking his car.

She ignored his words and went inside. The cabin grew cold once more, Kennedy took off her jacket and moved toward the fireplace.

Martin brought more firewood than they needed in the morning. Therefore, there stood a full crate of lumber near the stairwell. She placed the wood and soon lit the fire. Dylan caught up with her as Kennedy closed the fireplace glass doors, thumping his boots at the threshold.

"I'm not judging," Dylan explained, taking off his jacket. "I'm just surprised," he added, hanging his coat. "It's understandable. So what did you get from Alex?"

Kennedy stood up and traveled toward the leather couch. "He left five years after Helena killed Hayden," she said, sitting down on the couch. "He was against it, I mean he left the coven because he felt guilty."

"And yet he still helped," Dylan added, squatting beside Kennedy. "Why did they help her?"

"Noah is now second," Kennedy explained, raising her eyebrow. "She promised them power, and they had that high rank in the coven and political carriers just like Helena, but Alex couldn't bear it for long," she added, staring at the fireplace. "So he just left."

Dylan nodded, staring at her. "So where is Hayden?"

"They left him there," Kennedy said, shifting her sight to Dylan. "Helena buried him there, in someone else's grave," she added as her eyes watered. "They used nothing else, no spells, not even a coffin." She explained, looking back at the fireplace.

"We will get him back," Dylan said, rubbing the top of Kennedy's hand. "We should rest," he added. "I will put more wood and you go to sleep."

Kennedy nodded in agreement, wiping tears from her cheeks. She left Dylan downstairs and quickly reached the second floor. She wasn't planning to rest for long and set her alarm for early morning. Kennedy quickly rinsed in the shower and packed her stuff. Soon she laid down, realizing Dylan was right. She felt exhausted and soon drifted to sleep.

The next morning a loud alarm woke her up, Kennedy felt like she had just fallen asleep and wasn't rested enough. She quickly turned off the alarm, so that Dylan wouldn't wake up from the sound.

The room seemed dingy, just the first sunlight peeking from the unsealed window. Kennedy quickly changed her attire from pajamas to black jeans and a t-shirt. She lifted her hair into a ponytail and put on a red sweater.

Kennedy tossed the last items into her bag and kept everything as quiet as possible. The door slightly squeaked as she opened them. But she felt sure the sound of wind and rain outside will mask the hushed noise. Her heartbeats rose as she met the view in front of her.

"Enlighten me," Dylan said, bending his elbows to his knees. "What was your plan?" He sat in the chair in front of Kennedy's room door.