I hadn't given up. I'd sucked in my grief, dried my tears, and marched back into the fight. My Coven didn't want me? Fine, I'd start my own. In the last eight weeks I'd met with nine witches. Each one said all the right things, then turned me down flat. With each rejection, the abyss widened.
***
We went out for dinner, followed by an early movie. My way of apologizing to Savannah for inflicting another witch-recruitment session on her.
Back at the apartment, I hustled Savannah off to bed, then zoomed into my room just as the clock-radio flipped to
10:59
. I grabbed the cordless phone, jumped onto the bed, and watched the clock. Two seconds after it hit
11:00
, the phone rang.
"Two seconds late," I said.
"Never. Your clock must be running fast."
I smiled and settled back onto the bed. Lucas was in Chicago , defending a shaman who'd been set up by the St. Cloud Cabal to take the fall for a corporate espionage scheme gone awry.
I asked Lucas how the case was going, and he filled me in. Then he asked how my afternoon had gone, specifically my meeting with the witches. For a second, I almost wished I had one of those boyfriends who didn't know or care about my life outside his sphere of influence. Lucas probably noted all my appointments in his Day-Timer, so he'd never do something as inconsiderate as fail to ask about them afterward.
"Shot down," I said.
A moment of silence. "I'm sorry."
"No big—"
"Yes, it is. I know it is. However, I'm equally certain that, given the right circumstances and timing, you'll eventually find yourself in a position where the number of witches clamoring to join your Coven will far exceed your requirements."
"In other words, give it time and I'll need to beat 'em off with a stick?"
A soft chuckle floated down the line. "I get even less coherent after a day in court, don't I?"
"If you didn't talk like that once in a while, I'd miss it. Kind of like I'm missing you. Got an ETA for me yet?"
"Three days at most. It's hardly a murder trial." He cleared his throat. "Speaking of which, another case was brought to my attention today. A half-demon killed in
Nevada
, apparently mistaken for another who was under Cabal warrant for execution."
"Whoops."
"Exactly. The Boyd Cabal isn't admitting their mistake, let alone conducting a proper investigation and procedural review. I thought perhaps you might be able to assist me. That is, if you aren't busy—"
"When can we leave?"
"Sunday. Savannah could spend the night at Michelle's, and we'd return Monday evening."
"Sounds—" I stopped. " Savannah has an orthodontic appointment Monday afternoon. I'd reschedule, but . . ."
"It took six weeks to get it, I know. Yes, I have it marked right here.
Three o'clock
with Doctor Schwab. I should have checked before I asked." He paused. "Perhaps you could still come along and leave early Monday morning?"
"Sure. That sounds good."
The words came out empty, the elation that surged only a moment ago drained by this sudden glimpse of my future, calendar pages crammed with orthodontic appointments, Saturday morning art classes, and PTA meetings stretching into eternity.
On the heels of that thought came another. How dare I complain? I'd taken on this responsibility. I'd wanted it. I'd fought for it. Only a few months ago, I'd seen the same snapshot of my future and I'd been happy. Now, as much as I loved Savannah , I couldn't deny the occasional twinges of resentment.
"We'll work something out," Lucas said. "In the meantime, I should mention that I took advantage of a brief recess today to visit some of Chicago 's lesser-known shopping venues, and found something that might cheer you up. A necklace."
I grinned. "An amulet?"
"No, I believe it's what they call a Celtic knot. Silver. A simple design, but quite elegant."
"Sure. Good . . . great."
"Liar."
"No really, I—" I paused. "It's not a necklace, is it?"
"I've been told, on good authority, that jewelry is the proper token of affection. I must
***
We went out for dinner, followed by an early movie. My way of apologizing to Savannah for inflicting another witch-recruitment session on her.
Back at the apartment, I hustled Savannah off to bed, then zoomed into my room just as the clock-radio flipped to
10:59
. I grabbed the cordless phone, jumped onto the bed, and watched the clock. Two seconds after it hit
11:00
, the phone rang.
"Two seconds late," I said.
"Never. Your clock must be running fast."
I smiled and settled back onto the bed. Lucas was in Chicago , defending a shaman who'd been set up by the St. Cloud Cabal to take the fall for a corporate espionage scheme gone awry.
I asked Lucas how the case was going, and he filled me in. Then he asked how my afternoon had gone, specifically my meeting with the witches. For a second, I almost wished I had one of those boyfriends who didn't know or care about my life outside his sphere of influence. Lucas probably noted all my appointments in his Day-Timer, so he'd never do something as inconsiderate as fail to ask about them afterward.
"Shot down," I said.
A moment of silence. "I'm sorry."
"No big—"
"Yes, it is. I know it is. However, I'm equally certain that, given the right circumstances and timing, you'll eventually find yourself in a position where the number of witches clamoring to join your Coven will far exceed your requirements."
"In other words, give it time and I'll need to beat 'em off with a stick?"
A soft chuckle floated down the line. "I get even less coherent after a day in court, don't I?"
"If you didn't talk like that once in a while, I'd miss it. Kind of like I'm missing you. Got an ETA for me yet?"
"Three days at most. It's hardly a murder trial." He cleared his throat. "Speaking of which, another case was brought to my attention today. A half-demon killed in
Nevada
, apparently mistaken for another who was under Cabal warrant for execution."
"Whoops."
"Exactly. The Boyd Cabal isn't admitting their mistake, let alone conducting a proper investigation and procedural review. I thought perhaps you might be able to assist me. That is, if you aren't busy—"
"When can we leave?"
"Sunday. Savannah could spend the night at Michelle's, and we'd return Monday evening."
"Sounds—" I stopped. " Savannah has an orthodontic appointment Monday afternoon. I'd reschedule, but . . ."
"It took six weeks to get it, I know. Yes, I have it marked right here.
Three o'clock
with Doctor Schwab. I should have checked before I asked." He paused. "Perhaps you could still come along and leave early Monday morning?"
"Sure. That sounds good."
The words came out empty, the elation that surged only a moment ago drained by this sudden glimpse of my future, calendar pages crammed with orthodontic appointments, Saturday morning art classes, and PTA meetings stretching into eternity.
On the heels of that thought came another. How dare I complain? I'd taken on this responsibility. I'd wanted it. I'd fought for it. Only a few months ago, I'd seen the same snapshot of my future and I'd been happy. Now, as much as I loved Savannah , I couldn't deny the occasional twinges of resentment.
"We'll work something out," Lucas said. "In the meantime, I should mention that I took advantage of a brief recess today to visit some of Chicago 's lesser-known shopping venues, and found something that might cheer you up. A necklace."
I grinned. "An amulet?"
"No, I believe it's what they call a Celtic knot. Silver. A simple design, but quite elegant."
"Sure. Good . . . great."
"Liar."
"No really, I—" I paused. "It's not a necklace, is it?"
"I've been told, on good authority, that jewelry is the proper token of affection. I must
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