The sun was low in the sky when the Russo family wizard awakened. Said wizard had been crying the night before. She hadn't told her landlord, her brother, why. After all, why would she? Her brother held a grudge on her, because he lost the competition and only kept her because he was afraid of her conjuring up a manor house and either rubbing it in his face or leaving the family forever and moving to, say, Puerto Rico where she had 'built' it. If said brother found out her dilemma, he would, no doubt, kick her out and forget everything.

No, he would do much more. What was a mystery, but worse was a definite.

Tears wedged themselves in her big brown eyes as she thought of everything she tried so hard to forget last night. A broken sob shivered through her as she tried to straiten herself on the sofa. "Ah!" she yelled to herself, unable to keep her pain inside herself. She cared little if it woke the landlord and the landlady—which it would. "Mason!" she shouted again. The werewolf had long ago died, thanks to poachers and the like, but the name still held comfort. It felt as if she was calling on the dead man for help and comfort. Tears ran freely about her cheeks.

A square hand muffled the shout, as well as her nose, but she didn't stop screaming. She needed it out; she needed the pain out. The owner of the hand sat down next her, muffling her cries and rocking her steadily. "Shhh, Alex, shh," his low brass voice comforted. Right now, he didn't know what was happening to his sister, but he didn't like it; and he would help her through it to find the underlying cause of it.

Alex curled up into Justin's chest like she used to when she was nine and scared. She continued to yell. They were no real words, just jibber-jabber and some Spanish she had used her Powers to learn. "Justin, ayuda! Te necesito. No me mates. Te necesito. Estancia, Justin. ¡Ayuda! Porfi." She had used her Powers to teach Spanish to both her siblings too.

"Okay, okay. Alexandra," Justin said, calling his sister by her full name, "calm down. I'm not going to kill you. I'll help you. Tell me what you did," he whispered. He laid a kiss on his sister's forehead as if to calm her.

Taking in a deep breath, she lifted her head sadly. "No," she said, her Spanish accent making the word Spanish, not English. She switched to English, "You'll kill me. Be-be-because I didn't tell you." She was stuttering. It wasn't a good sign. She was Alexandra Maria Russo, Family Wizard, she didn't stutter.

"Well," Justin drew out, "do you want help or not?"

"S-sí."

Justin nodded. "Then tell me. I promise Estephania won't find out. I promise." Estephania—which translated into Stephanie—was Justin's wife. She knew little to no Spanish, which made keeping secrets from her easy. Unless you trusted Max with them; then you were as good as dead.

Alex nodded. She turned her brown eyes up at her brother reluctantly and patted her stomach twice. She knew Justin got the message when his eyes widened. "Are you…? Are you…embarazada?" Alex silently nodded. "H-how? Wh-who?" He was too shocked to do anything other than question her.

"I-I—Riley…he…he…" She couldn't finish. It was too terrible.

Justin's arms tightened. Riley had raped Alex, Alex Russo. Alex, his younger sister. Magical or not, Justin was going to make sure that son of a bitch paid. And Alex, Alexandra Maria Russo, who was only a kid herself, even at twenty-nine, was going to have a child because of him. Because of Riley Walkmen, AKA Riley Dead-man. "I will kill him."