Being lead around by the nose didn't sit well with Joanie. The further they walked, the more anxious she became. She thought of Luther and Sam, Oliver and Rosalie and Tegan. Were they alright? What of the Beast, would the townspeople hurt him even though he couldn't help what he was? It wasn't right, damnit, and it ate at her. They needed to warn the others, not sit around with some prince waiting to do something. If only they were given the heads-up, they could take care of themselves!
As they reached the cars, Joanie felt her stomach drop. "This is how Law and Order episodes start," she whimpered internally, crossing an arm across her body to squeeze herself. Her nerves showed all over her face no matter how she tried to hide it, and she shifted from foot to foot anxiously as the servants began to press them towards the vehicles.
Georgy's promises did little to assure her, and she realized that all three of them wouldn't be riding in the same car. The servants pushed Ella and Nick towards one car, shuttling her to the other. Georgy climbed into the car with the others, leaving Joanie with the servants.
The ride was fairly short yet windy and difficult to follow. Joanie stared out the window the entire time, trying to see where they were going but getting jumbled up quickly. For the last leg of the journey, she leaned against the side of the car, staring blankly at the trees moving past and trying to ignore the growing fear inside her.
"You're being foolish," the Witch chided. "So many times you've demonstrated your power and you still doubt it. They can't touch you."
It took everything in her to not scream. "It doesn't fucking MATTER if I can make cool hats out of hay or boots out of snow! If this guy kills us, there's NOTHING I can do. I can't make a Taser from memory, I can't contact Luther, I can't do ANYTHING."
The Witch was silent for a few moments before speaking up. "If they kill you, dear, it's because you let them."
Her words hung in her head, haunting her as the cars stopped outside a secluded, beautiful country home. The servants opened the door, leading her out to meet Ella and Nick. Georgy accompanied them, escorting the three inside. It was even larger inside than it appeared outside, and Joanie was momentarily taken aback by its decadent decor. Georgy lead them into the parlor where he informed them that they would each be given a private bedroom for the night before completing their assignment the next day. He then sent a servant to escort them upstairs to the warm bath, as promised.
As they climbed the stairs, Joanie kept her hand firmly in her pocket, wrapped around the knife. She didn't trust this. She didn't trust it at all.