My first reaction to Pain's house was shock.Followed rather quickly by a serious case of the giggles. Alison couldn't help herself. When she heard me go off, she did too.Not that there was anything wrong with it. Quite the contrary. It's just I expected her place to look something like mine, only way more over the top. Creepsville. With turrets. In bad need of a paint job and a mowing.Imagine my surprise when Alison pulled up at the quaint, gingerbread house painted a cheery yellow. The mailbox at the end of the driveway even matched. Perfectly. Someone built an exact replica and planted it on the top of a brightly painted post. There was even a sign at the gate, proudly proclaiming "The Hammonds Live Here!" All three of them. And their dog.It was so charming I continued to laugh."I know, right?" Alison rolled her eyes, wiping carefully at the corners to keep her tears of hilarity from smearing her mascara. "And you'll never guess what her real name is."Honestly, I'd never
I loved Pain. She was great. I adored how she took herself and everything she did so seriously. It was part of her charm. But I found myself sitting there with smirking Alison on my left and the silently slouching Quaid on my right.There was no way I was holding his hand.Pain insisted we sit on the floor. "Connects us better to the Earth," she said while I bit the inside of my cheeks and didn't explain to her that a) we were already connected and b) it was kind of necessary to have actual dirt present if she wanted to make the connection stronger."Have you done this before?" Simon's eyes were huge behind his glasses."Of course," Pain said. "Many times.""And it works?" Beth and Simon exchanged the look of the gullible. Suckers."It does," Pain said. "Almost too well."Right. Whatever.While she carefully drew a pentagram on the floor in the middle of our circle with chalk, I caught Quaid watching me and looked over before I could stop myself. His eyes held mine for a long t
She was waiting for me in the kitchen and I knew instantly by the look on her face this encounter would not end well for either of us.Rather than let her have the first word guaranteed to send us both spiraling down into a battle, its inevitable end soaked in tears and raw from screaming, I dove in with a well placed and sincere, "I'm sorry, Mom."Talk about instant deflation. It was like the words themselves had magic in them. Wow. Good to know for later. Because there would always be a later.Mom's face crumpled and instead of turning me into a toad she rushed forward and hugged me so hard I knew she was only angry because I scared the crap out of her.She wasn't alone in that department.When she leaned back, the stern face returned but it didn't reach her eyes so I knew I was safe."Tell me," she said.For the second time that week I dumped on her. It was developing into a terrible habit. Might be nice to go a whole seven days without some kind of disaster. Too much to ask,
Sweat beaded and pooled under my clothes in the sauna of the kitchen. We'd gathered a crowd, the room tingling with an overcharge of hovering magic. Well over fifty witches packed themselves into the good-sized room with spill over into the hallway, a mix of emotions flickering past me and sometimes through me as even they, accomplished as the coven members were, lost threads of power. I flinched from the air magic, trying to keep my grounding in earth, but that just made the heat worse.These were not the witches of my birthday, the calm and black robed family prepared for Beltane night. No, these were terrified and furious witches, most still in robes and slippers, pajamas and nighties, with pale frightened faces and sleep deprivation to feed their panic.One of our own was taken. Now no one felt safe.James Crossman huddled near the perimeter, his five-month-old daughter Eliza clutched to his chest. It broke my heart when I realized it was his wife Sandra who was taken. Their lit
The house was quiet and empty at last. Some of the family lingered, most to offer Mom support, which was nice. I wondered about the rest of them but let it go, especially when several of them escorted the distraught James and his back-to-sleeping daughter home.You'd think they would have learned their lesson already and just freaking trust her judgment. It made me furious.Quaid was one of the last to go. He waited until Erica hugged Mom to approach us. Erica smiled first at him then at me and left.I hated the assumption in her eyes."I wanted to say I was sorry."He wasn't talking to me. That would have produced an instant aneurysm.Quaid was looking right at my mother.She didn't say anything, just leaned forward and hugged him. He hugged her back, no reservations. When she pushed him away again, she held onto the leather of his sleeves in both hands and smiled up at him."You're getting taller," she said. Leave it to Mom to break out a space of normal when the whole world
Mom was home when I stomped in the kitchen door, but it didn't mean she was available. Every time I tried to talk to her she was hauled off by some conversation in her head or another so I finally gave up and retreated to my room to sulk.When she did reach out at last, I slapped her away, too wrapped up in my own pissiness to care if I hurt her feelings.We're meeting tonight, she sent. Be ready at dark.It shook me loose from my funk. Already? Well really, what did I think? That Mom would sit on her hands over this? I slid from the bed and rummaged in my closet for my robe, just in case.I did my best to stay out of her way, but help her at the same time. I know she forgave me for my bad humor because when I came back downstairs with my rumpled cloak in my arms she pulled herself free from a family argument long enough to kiss me on the cheek and shake her head.Whew. No robe. That was a blessing. I hated the damned thing.I made Meira and I grilled cheeses, sliding one to Mom.
It was turning into a battle. One where blood would be spilled and people died. I saw the panic in Uncle Frank and Sunny as they fought to pick sides. The vampires crouched, hissing and snarling. The family's collective fury rose into a column of blue fire, focused magic designed to bring down the undead.Mom did the only thing she could do.She stepped through the shield and saved us all.Sebastian appeared visibly shaken. And impressed. "You take a great risk.""Do I?" Mom's tone was so mild she might as well have been discussing the weather. "I thought we were fighting a common cause?""And your stolen power?" Anastasia came forward, her blonde hair shining in the light. As beautiful as she was, I hated her guts. She looked like a bitch.Not that it mattered. Mom spun on her, her magic suddenly wrapped around her like a weapon. The rainbow of power lit her up, washing over the vampire and making her flinch."Come and get it."Anastasia instantly backed down, though her grumb
What was it about my sleep patterns these days? I woke with a start from a nightmare. This one at least was more natural in origin. It had something to do with Brad and a large cow and three zippers... I shook off the remaining fear, forgetting the details as quickly as the sweat dried on my face.Man, did I need a therapist.Which made me think of Pain. And brought everything back up again.Knowing I wouldn't get back to sleep after that, I swung myself out of bed and headed downstairs for a snack. Maybe a nighttime nom session would lull me into dreamland. At least it would give me something to do.I was bent over with my head stuck in the fridge when I felt someone watching me. I let out a little shriek when I spun around and caught Quaid looking in the kitchen door.Hand clutched to my oversized t-shirt, I went to let him in."What is your problem?" I hissed at him, my heart rate struggling to settle after the second stressor in less than five minutes."Sorry," he said. "I k