Discovered. ~20~

"Jordan. You need to come out." Olivia said, listening to Jordan throw things from the other side of the bedroom door. Roslyn had been gone for three days. "Screw off." He growled. "Jordan, open the damn door, before I get Flynn." "I'm going to get her." He growled. "Open the door." She demanded, hands on her hips. She listen to him quiet, footsteps slowly approaching the door. She heard him unlock the door. Her hands shook as she turned the handle slowly. He hadn't been this bad since Walter told him what he was months ago. She slowly opened it, seeing shirtless, gasping, tear streaked Jordan, eyes blacker than they ever have been staring at her viscously. She stepped in. Broken glass, furniture was tipped over, Roslyn clothes on the floor. "Jordan-" she said approaching him. He shied away. "I won't hurt you." "I might." Walter appeared in the doorway. "It's settled then." He said fiercely. "What?" "Jordan can find her. But he will not go without Flynn and Wilbur." He said. "Are you insane? Tamar is using this as a trap!" Olivia argued. Jordan stared at the two. "It's a long journey. We're plotting an attack, in one week. We can't let Tamar go for much longer. We don't know what he's doing to Roslyn, we need to end this faster than we thought." Jordan dug his nails into his fists. "Walter! We aren't ready!" "To kick demon ass? Come on Liv." Flynn said in the doorway, arms crossed. "You two, my office, Olivia, get Wilbur. I have to prepare you." Walter said. Jordan shrugged a hoodie on, following him down the hall.

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"Let go of me!" Roslyn shrieked as Tamar tossed her into a cell at the bottom of the castle. The red, hideous creature grinned, phasing into human for. He looked somewhat like Jordan, same hair Jaw, and auburn hair, but his eyes were solid, piercing black. "Silly Roslyn... Don't you remember me? And our little swim?" "Screw you."she growled through her teeth. He grinned at her from behind the bars. "You're cheeky... I take things from cheeky kids." Roslyn scowled at him. He pulled a small jar from his robes, closing his eyes and opening it, chanting a strange mumble of words. Roslyn felt dizzy, the room began to spin. Bright red little orbs drifted into the jar. The last thing she remembered was Tamar's devilish grin, and the jar in his grip, containing her powers.