Spellcasters (95 page)

We took the food back to Jeremy and Savannah, and filled them in.

After we’d finished, Jeremy walked to the nearest window and parted the curtains. “We have about an hour of darkness left. Elena …”

“Get back to the alley and get sniffing,” she said. “Do you guys have anything belonging to Edward?”

“A shirt taken from his clothes hamper,” Lucas said. When Elena gave him an odd look, he explained, “We needed a personal item for a clairvoyant.”

“Clair—? You mean like—?” Elena stopped and shook her head. “My world was so much less confusing when it only had werewolves. A worn shirt is perfect.” She shot a grin at Clay. “Even you could track from that.”

“Yeah? Well, in that case, you won’t mind me coming along … unless you’re afraid I’ll find him first, show you up.”

Her grin broadened. “Never.”

“Good. So—” Clay stopped and looked at Lucas. “Or maybe you’ll need to handle this one on your own, darling. I promised Lucas’s dad—”

“Go on,” Lucas said. “Even my father would admit I’m safe here. Edward could hardly break in and overpower all of us.”

Both Clay and Elena looked over at Jeremy, waiting for permission. I still find that very strange, the idea that Pack werewolves don’t act without their Alpha’s approval. And stranger still that they don’t seem to mind. I’m sure it helps that Jeremy never makes a big deal out of it—he’d never jump in when they’re in the middle of making plans and yell, “Hey, I never said you could do that!” Instead, he does what he did now, intercepted their questioning looks with the barest of nods.

After visiting Faye, we’d left Edward’s shirt in our rental car. Lucas gave Clayton the keys and told him where to find the shirt.

“Paige?” Elena said as they headed for the door. “You want to come along?”

Of course I did, but I also knew it wouldn’t score me any points with Clayton.

“You two go on,” I said. “I should wait here for Jaime’s call.”

“Can I go?” Savannah said, jumping up.

A chorus of nos answered her. She scowled and thumped back onto the sofa.

“Have you tried the
arepas
?” Lucas asked her. “These are stuffed with chicken, and those over there are beef.”

She sighed, but allowed Lucas to put some
arepas
on her plate and explain how they were made.

Next, Jeremy suggested that we invite Cassandra and Aaron to join us, so we could all discuss a plan of action. I’d intended to propose this myself, but had been waiting for Elena and Clay to leave. I suspect Jeremy had been waiting for the same thing, knowing neither of them would be pleased at the prospect of working with Cassandra.

Jeremy also suggested that Jaime join us. This was a more difficult decision to make. Aaron and Cassandra already knew the werewolves; Jaime did not. The Pack had only rejoined the interracial council last year, after more than a century of cutting themselves off from the rest of the supernatural world. Elena might joke about her world being easier when it contained only werewolves, but there was a lot of truth in that. For the Pack, coming back to the council meant a trade-off between gaining allies and giving up the layer of protection that came with isolation.

Outside of the interracial council, few supernaturals could name the members of the Pack, and even fewer could put names to faces. Jeremy
was happy to keep it that way, and I didn’t blame him. In this case, though, he weighed the danger of identifying themselves to Jaime against the help she could provide with the portal, and decided she had to join us.

At six, Jaime phoned to say she had something, and was coming right over to explain it. Aaron hadn’t returned our messages yet, likely having turned off his cell phone while they hunted for us, so we left another, giving him the hotel address, and told them to meet us here. Moments later Elena called. They’d hit a dead end and were heading back.

While we’d been waiting for Jaime’s call, I’d talked to Jeremy about the case, hoping he might see some clue we’d overlooked. After about twenty minutes, I noticed Lucas had gone quiet, looked over, and found he was asleep. I suppose dying does take a lot out of a person. I’ll admit, though, that on pretense of removing his glasses, I did surreptitiously check to make sure he was breathing. I’d probably be doing that for a while.

W
hen Elena called, Jeremy told them to skip the food run on the way back. Savannah was getting restless, so he was taking her out to hunt down breakfast. They’d been gone about ten minutes when Jaime arrived.

“God, it’s quiet in here,” she said as I ushered her into the room. “I thought werewolves were supposed to be rowdy—” She saw Lucas asleep on the sofa. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

I waved her out onto the balcony, then slid the patio door closed so we could talk. Of course, the first thing she wanted to know was what had happened to us. On the way to the hotel, Lucas and I had decided we’d tell the others the basics of our adventure, but keep the specifics secret. Ghosts are forbidden to reveal details of their world, so we assumed we were expected to do the same. Better to claim we didn’t remember what had happened, as we had with Benicio.

“And then, here we were, back on this side. Spit out by the ghost world.”

“Nan used to tell stories about things like that, portals opening and the living going through … or the ghosts coming out. I’ll keep my mouth shut about this one, though. If people knew you guys had passed over and come back—” She leaned over the second-story railing. “Hey, is that your ward? Savannah?”

I glanced down and nodded.

“Then those must be the werewolves,” Jaime said.

She leaned out farther for a better look. Elena and Clay had either met Jeremy and Savannah in the parking lot or picked them up on the street, because all four were now crossing the parking lot together. Jaime stared down at them, lips curved in the tiny smile of a woman who sees something she really likes … almost always something of the opposite sex.

“That’d be Clayton,” I said.

“Ah,” she said, tearing her gaze away after one last regret-filled look. “The one Cassandra tried to jump. Damn, can’t even be original, can I?”
She peered down at the quartet. “Huh. Now I’d have guessed the blond would have been her choice. He looks a bit like Aaron, and I get the impression that’s one ex Cass isn’t completely over.”

I looked at Clay. “I didn’t notice it before, but I guess there is a slight resemblance. In the coloring at least, maybe the build. But that
is
Clayton. So who were you—” I followed her gaze. “You meant
Jeremy
?”

I should point out that there was nothing wrong with Jeremy Danvers. He wasn’t what you’d call conventionally good-looking, but he was attractive enough, more striking than handsome, just over six feet tall, and lean, with black hair, high cheekbones, and a slight slant to his black eyes, which suggested Asian blood somewhere in his family tree. If I was surprised, it was because Jaime’s choice
was
original. Put Jeremy next to blond-haired, blue-eyed Clayton, and it would be a rare woman who’d notice Clayton wasn’t alone. To be honest, I wouldn’t have guessed Jaime would be that woman.

“Jeremy Danvers?” Jaime said. “Isn’t he the, uh, leader—oh, God, what’s the word?”

“Alpha. The lead wolf in a Pack is the Alpha. Werewolves use the same terminology.”

“So that guy—the dark-haired one—We
are
talking about the dark-haired one, right?”

“The dark-haired one is Jeremy. He’s the Alpha. The blond is Clayton. He was Jeremy’s adopted son; now he’s the Pack muscle and Jeremy’s self-appointed bodyguard. Elena is the woman, of course. She’s Clay’s partner and acts as Jeremy’s representative outside the Pack. Clay and Elena are the Beta wolves, though I don’t think they use that terminology.”

“Uh, right,” Jaime said, gaze once again glued to Jeremy. I suspected she’d be asking me ten minutes from now to explain the relationships again, having not heard a word I’d said about Clayton or Elena. “So he’s the leader? I thought the Alpha would be some old guy. He can’t be much older than me.” She squinted for a better look. “Shit, no, he could be younger than me. He isn’t, is he?”

She turned from the view and rubbed her hands over her face. “Ack! Is it just me or was I suddenly channeling the ghost of a love-struck fifteen-year-old girl? Don’t ask me where that came from.” She inhaled and exhaled. “There, all better. So, uh, how old is he, anyway?”

I grinned. “Too old for someone who doesn’t date men more than a decade her senior.”

“Bullshit. I mean, that he’s that old, not that I won’t—it’s not a hard-and-fast rule, so if he was that old … But he’s not. Can’t be.”

“Werewolves get prolonged youth. He’s fifty-three, I think. Maybe fifty-four.”

“No way.” She sighed. “Damn, everyone else gets cool powers, and I get hauntings. Doesn’t seem fair. What the hell does a werewolf need a fountain of youth for, anyway?”

“Same reason vamps have regeneration,” I said, holding open the patio door and waving her back inside. “With the hunters, it’s all about survival. Prolonged youth means prolonged strength, which means you’ll be able to defend yourself longer.”

“And look really good doing it.”

The door slammed open and we both jumped. Savannah rushed in ahead of Jeremy, with Elena and Clay bringing up the rear.

Seeing Jaime, Savannah skidded to a stop. “Oh, my God! It’s—it’s you.” She shot a glare my way. “You didn’t say it was
her
!”

“Jaime, meet Savannah,” I said. “A fan.”

“Oh, my—I don’t believe it. See, Paige? I told you she could really contact the dead and you said”—Savannah switched to the unflattering impersonation every teen uses for adults—“ ‘Only a necromancer can contact the dead, Savannah.’ Well, ha! She is a necromancer. This is so cool! You’re the best, Jaime. I watch you on
The Keni Bales Show
every month—well, I can’t always watch it, because I’m usually in school, but I tape it.”

Jaime fairly glowed, sneaking quick glances at Jeremy to see what kind of impression this display of adoration was making on him.

Savannah continued, “I saw your show last month—Whoa, what happened to your face?” As Jaime’s hands flew to the scratches down her cheek, Savannah studied her closer. “You don’t look so good. Well, not like you do on TV. Are you sick?”

I grabbed Savannah’s arm and tugged her aside. “We’re still teaching her manners. Normally, we keep her confined to a locked room in the attic, but today she escaped.”

“Very funny, Paige. I just meant—”

“Jaime’s been going through a very nasty haunting, her reward for helping us out. Now for the proper introductions. Jaime, this is Jeremy Danvers. Jeremy, Jaime Vegas.”

As Jeremy shook Jaime’s hand, his face revealed nothing more than a glimmering of polite interest—not surprising, given that Jeremy can make Lucas look overemotional. Disappointment darted across Jaime’s face. Savannah, obviously thinking Jeremy wasn’t nearly impressed enough, scurried back to stand beside her.

“Jaime’s on TV,” Savannah said.

“TV?” Jeremy repeated.

Elena swung up beside him, grinning. “Yes, TV. Small box, pretty pictures that move …” She stage-whispered to Jaime. “He’s very old. Not quite used to the industrial age yet.” She extended a hand. “I’m Elena.” She looked around. “And the rude one who walked past you without saying hello is Clayton.”

She paused, waiting for Clayton to offer a belated greeting, but he just kept heading toward the sofa, where Lucas was slowly waking up. He handed Lucas his coffee, sat down beside him, and passed him his glasses from the side table.

“Sorry,” Elena muttered. “Just ignore him. Please. You know, I read an article about you a few months ago. At the time, I thought it was pretty interesting. Then when Paige told me who she was working with, the name sounded familiar, so I plugged it into a search engine and realized you were the one I’d read about.”

“
You
knew who she was, too, and you didn’t tell me?” Savannah sputtered.

“Edward got into a car,” Clay announced from across the room.

For a moment, everyone was silent, struggling to fit this statement into the present conversation, then realizing it didn’t fit and wasn’t supposed to.

“Yeah, yeah,” Elena said. “We’ll get to that in a second. Don’t be so impatient.”

We all headed into the room. Lucas was still fighting back yawns, but managed a tired smile for me and shifted over to let me sit down beside him. Clay stayed on his other side and Elena perched on the sofa arm beside him, leaving the armchair for Jeremy. Jaime and Savannah grabbed chairs from the dinette table.

“So Edward got into a car?” I said. “Can’t track him that way, I guess. Damn.”

“Was it in a parking lot?” Lucas asked.

Clay shook his head. “Street in front of his hotel.”

“Did you happen to notice a bus stop nearby?” Lucas asked.

“Oh, very good,” Elena said. “Nope. No bus stop, and no street parking. So he must have hailed a cab. Does that help?”

“It might,” he said. “I have a contact at one of the taxi companies, who can usually obtain information from the others for a small fee. I’ll go call him.”

When Lucas slipped into the next room, I turned to Jaime. “How have things been with you since we left? Natasha making any noise?”

Jaime shook her head. “She’s gone. Disappeared, probably at the same time she ripped open that portal. Mission accomplished, I guess.”

“Maybe, but something happened to her when she opened the portal, and from the look on her face, it wasn’t something good. She might not be haunting you now because she
can’t
. Someone shut her down, or—”

Lucas reappeared.

I studied his expression. “Not good, I take it.”

“Edward did call a cab, one from Peter’s company, which made it easy. Unfortunately, he asked to be dropped off in Little Haiti, at the Caribbean marketplace, which doesn’t help us at all.” He settled onto the couch. “What about this portal ritual, Jaime? Did you have any luck researching it?”