Spellcasters (28 page)

“Ummm, well, I—” I forced the words out. “No, I didn’t know that.”

“Oh sure, all the really powerful spells are sorcerer magic. We can all do the simple witch stuff, like the Coven spells, plus a bunch of others, but for the strong spells, we need to use sorcerer magic. That’s the problem, see? My mom used to get all worked up about it. She blamed the Coven for losing the middle spells. At least, they said they lost them, but she always figured they threw them away. It was wrong, she said, because it denied witches—”

Savannah stopped as Cortez appeared in the doorway.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said. His lips twitched, as if suppressing a smile. “We appear to have a situation out back. I don’t mean to intrude on your practice, but I thought perhaps you could use a break.”

“Just a sec,” I said. “Savannah was telling me something important.”

“It can wait,” she said, jumping to her feet. “What’s outside?”

“I don’t believe I could do it justice with a verbal description,” he said. And smiled.

With that, Savannah was off and up the stairs.

W
hen I got upstairs, I shooed a near-hysterical Savannah away from the kitchen window, lifted the blind, and looked out to see five women kneeling in a circle on my lawn. Five naked women. I mean butt-naked, not just topless or scantily dressed, but absolutely without clothing.

I jumped back so fast I collided with Cortez.

“What the hell is that?” I said.

“I believe the commonly accepted term is ‘Wiccan.’ ”

“Wiccans?”

“Or, I should say, that is how they introduced themselves when I ventured out to request that they dress themselves and vacate the premises. They indicated that they are members of a small sect of Wicca from a coven somewhere in Vermont. No relation to your Coven, I presume?”

“Ha-ha.”

“They seem quite harmless. They’re performing a cleansing ceremony for your benefit.”

“How … nice.”

“I thought so.” He grinned then, an action I’d never have thought his face capable of performing. “One other thing it behooves me to mention. On their behalf. A request. One that I really would advise you to honor.”

“What is it?”

“They’ve asked you to join them.”

I whirled around and, had I not been a firm believer in nonviolence, I swear I would have slugged him. Instead, I collapsed against the counter, laughing. Laughing far harder than the situation warranted. After one week of hell, I must admit, naked Wiccans on my back lawn was a welcome diversion.

“I take it that’s a no?” Cortez said, still grinning.

“ ’Fraid so.”

“I’ll convey my regrets, then. And I’ll ask them to leave.”

“No,” I said. “I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hey, these are the first supporters I’ve seen. The least I can do is tell them to get lost myself.”

“Can I come?” Savannah asked.

“No,” Cortez and I said in unison.

I peered out the back door before exiting.

Except for the Wiccans, my yard was empty. When I stepped outside, the Wiccans stopped, turning as one body and bestowing beatific smiles on me. I approached slowly. Cortez followed at my heels.

“Sister Winterbourne,” the first one said.

She threw open her arms, embraced me, planted a kiss on my lips, then another on my left breast. I yelped. Cortez made a choking noise that sounded suspiciously like a stifled whoop of laughter.

“My poor, poor child,” she said, clasping both my hands to her chest. “They’ve frightened you so. Not to worry. We’re here to offer the support of the Goddess.”

“Praise be to the Goddess,” the others intoned.

The first one grasped my hands. “We’ve begun the cleansing ceremony. Please, unburden yourself of your earthly vestments and join us.”

Cortez choked again, then leaned down to my ear and murmured, “I should check on Savannah. If you decide to comply with their request, let me know. Please.”

He retreated to the house, racked by a sudden fit of coughing. I grabbed the nearest discarded robe.

“Could you please put this—could you all put these—could you get dressed, please?”

The woman only bestowed a serene smile on me. “We are as the Goddess requires.”

“The Goddess requires you to be naked on my lawn?”

“We aren’t naked, child. We’re skyclad. Clothing impedes mental vibrations.”

“Uh, right. Look, I know this is all very natural, the human form and all that, but you just can’t do this. Not here. It’s illegal.”

Another beatific smile. “We care not for the laws of men. If they come for us, we will not go without a fight.”

“Oh, God.”

“
Goddess
, dear. And take not her name in vain.”

“Blessed be the Goddess,” the other intoned.

“That’s—uh—very—I mean—” I stammered. Be polite, I reminded myself. Witches should respect Wiccans, even if we didn’t quite get the whole Goddess-worship thing. I knew some Wiccans and they were very nice people, though I must admit they’d never arrived in my backyard naked and kissed my tits before.

“You’re—uh—from Vermont, I hear,” I managed. That was polite, wasn’t it?

“We’re from everywhere,” the first one said, still refusing to relinquish my hands. “We’re roving missionaries, free spirits not enslaved by any traditional system of belief. The Goddess speaks to us directly and sends us where she will.”

“Praise be to the Goddess,” her companions chanted.

“Oh, well, that’s very nice,” I said. “While I do appreciate your support”—oh, God, please get out of my yard before someone sees you!—“this really isn’t a good time to talk.”

“We could come back,” the leader said.

“Gosh, could you? That’d be so great. How about next Monday? Say, eight o’clock?”

I grabbed the robes and passed them out, nearly tripping in my haste. Soon the Wiccans were dressed and heading for the side gate.

“Um, actually, you know, you should go out the back,” I said. “Through the woods. It’s a great walk. There’s lots of, uh … nature.”

The leader nodded and smiled. “Sounds lovely. We’ll do that. Oh, wait.” She reached into the folds of her robe and passed me a card. “My cell phone number and e-mail address, should you care to contact me before Monday.”

“Uh, right. Thanks.”

I unlatched the gate leading into the woods and held it as they filed through. As the last one was leaving, a figure brushed past them and caught the gate before it closed. Leah stepped through, twisting to watch the Wiccans go.

“Nice friends,” she said. “Witches, I presume?”

“Piss off.”

“Oww, getting testy, I see. Rough week?”

“What do you want?”

“I came to”—she snatched a twig from the ground and brandished it—“challenge you to a duel. No, wait. That’s not it. I came to talk, though a duel would be kind of fun, don’t you think?”

“Get off my property.”

“Or you’ll—” She glanced over my shoulder and stopped. “Oh, look who’s still here. The baby Cortez.”

Cortez stepped up beside me. “This is inappropriate, Leah.”

She laughed. “Oh, I like that. Inappropriate. Not surprising, rude, foolhardy. No, it’s inappropriate. He has such a way with words, don’t you think?”

“You understand me perfectly well,” Cortez said.

“Yes, I do, but perhaps we should explain, for the benefit of our non-Cabal friend. What Lucas means is that my presence here, unaccompanied by Gabriel Sandford, the sorcerer and, therefore, the project leader, is a direct violation of Cabal rules of engagement.” She grinned. “There, I almost sound like him, don’t I? Between you and me, Paige, these guys have way too many rules. So, Lucas, does your daddy know you’re here?”

“If he doesn’t, I’m quite certain he’ll learn of it. Though, as you’re well aware, that will hardly impact the situation.”

Leah turned to me. “In English, that means Daddy Cortez doesn’t give a damn … so long as his darling baby boy doesn’t get hurt. If you think I’m nuts, you should meet his family.” She twirled a finger beside her head. “Certifiable. This one runs around acting like he’s the last of the Knights Templar. And what does Daddy do about it? Brags about him. The kid ruins profitable business ventures, even for his own family, and Daddy couldn’t be prouder. Then there’s his stepmother … Can you call someone your stepmother when she was married to your father both before and after you were conceived?” Leah leaned toward me and said in a stage whisper, “Born on the wrong side of the sheets, this one.”

“I believe the technical term is bastard,” Cortez said. “Now, if you’re quite done—”

“What’s the bounty up to now, Lucas?”

“I’m asking you to leave.”

“Humor me. What is it? One million? Two? I could really use that kind of cash.”

“I’m sure you could. Now—”

“Does Paige know about the bounty? I bet she doesn’t. I bet you neglected to mention that tidbit, like you probably neglected to mention the reason for it. Here’s a tip, Paige. If you ever want to make a fortune, have a talk with Delores Cortez. Or one of Lucas’s brothers. They’re all willing to pay very well to get rid of him. Can you guess why?”

“Because my father has named me as his heir,” Cortez said. “A political ploy, as you well know, Leah, so please stop trying to make trouble. I’m sure Paige could care less about my personal situation.”

“You don’t think she’d have a problem being indebted to a future Cabal leader?”

“I’m sure she’s aware that such a coronation will never take place. Even if my father insists on pursuing his course, I have no interest in the position.”

“Oh, come on. We’ve all seen
The Godfather
. We all know how this turns out.”

“Take your gossip and go,” I said. “I’m not interested.”

“No? What if I make you an offer you can’t refuse?” She grinned and winked at me. “Gotta talk to these Cabal guys in language they understand.”

There was something so disarming, so childlike about Leah that it was hard to stand before her and remember how dangerous she was. As she mugged and teased, I had to keep repeating to myself, “This is the woman who killed your mother.”

“I’m going inside now,” I said.

“We both are,” Cortez said, putting his hand against my back.

She rolled her eyes. “Geez, you guys are no fun at all. Fine. I’ll get serious then. I want to talk.”

I walked away. Cortez followed. When we were inside, I made the mistake of looking out the kitchen window. Leah stood there, waving a cell phone. I turned and saw the ringer light flickering on my phone. I picked up the receiver.

“Is this better?” she asked. “A Volo’s range is about fifty feet, which I’m sure you already know, being the genius you are. How about I just start walking backward and you tell me when you feel safe?”

I slammed down the phone and stood there, struggling for composure.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered. “She—she killed my mother.”

“I know.” Cortez laid his hand against my back. “Let me handle it.”

A shout rang out from the front lawn. Steeling myself, I walked into the living room and peeked out the curtain. A video camera wheeled across the lawn like a tumbleweed, the teenage owner stumbling after it. The dozen or so onlookers watched and laughed. Then a woman’s hat flew off.

“That bi—” I bit off the epithet, wheeled around, and strode into the kitchen. “She wants to talk? Fine. We’ll talk. I’ll go out there and show her that she doesn’t frighten me.”

“No,” said Savannah’s quiet voice behind us. “Let her come in. Show her that she really doesn’t frighten us.”

We let Leah in. As Cortez said, she could do no worse damage in here than she could out there. Sad but true. If Leah wanted to kill us, she had
a fifty-foot radius from which to act. No walls could stop her. All we could do was be on alert.

“She has a tell,” I said to Cortez. “Whenever she’s about to move something, she’ll give herself away. Watch for tics, jerks, sudden movements, anything.”

He nodded, then went out back to escort Leah inside.

A minute later, the rear door opened. Leah walked in, looked around, and smiled. Then her eyes lit on Savannah.

“Savannah,” she said. “My God, you’ve gotten big, kiddo. You’re almost as tall as me.”

Savannah looked at her for ten long seconds, then turned on her heel and marched off to her room. Leah stared after her, frowning as if perplexed by her welcome.

“What have you done to her?” she asked.

“Me? You’re the one who—”

Cortez lifted his hands. “As Leah pointed out, we sorcerers are very fond of rules. The cardinal rule of mediation, as I’m sure Leah is well aware, is that neither party is permitted to mention past wrongs or disparage the other. Is that understood?”

“Why are you looking at me?” Leah said. “She started it.”

“No, I believe you did. Paige is, without question, the injured party in this matter. Upset her and the mediation is over.”

“What makes you think I’m here to negotiate?”

“If you aren’t, you may leave now.”

She rolled her eyes. “God, he’s so much fun, isn’t he?” She walked into the living room and plunked herself down on my sofa. “Nice little place you have here, Paige. Must have been a tidy inheritance.”

“Out,” Cortez said. “Get out now, Leah.”

“What did I do? I was only complimenting Paige on her house and commenting that—whoops—” She grinned. “Guess I can see how that last remark might be, uh, ‘inappropriate.’ ”

“Let her talk,” I said, clenching my fists so tight I felt blood well up where my nails dug into my palms. “What did you come here for?”

“I don’t like the way this is going,” she said, lounging back against the cushions. “These Cabals, they’re as bad as Isaac said. All their rules and codes of conduct. And the paperwork. Honest to God. You would not believe it, Paige. Kill some dumb-ass human and they make you fill out a zillion forms in triplicate. Once I accidentally shot a perp and even Internal Affairs didn’t make me fill out so many forms. Would you believe Kristof reprimanded us for that great gag in the funeral home? We
‘exceeded authority’ and ‘exercised questionable judgment,’ and now he’s fuming because there’s going to be some kind of joint-Cabal disciplinary hearing over it. God, I’m telling you, those Cabal watchdogs have about as much of a sense of humor as baby Cortez here.”