Haunted on Bourbon Street (29 page)

“Probably not, but we need to know where she is.” Plus, I needed to see Kane. My eyes burned with unshed tears as I thought of the anguish on his face before the ambulance took off.

Kat grabbed my arm. “Have a seat. I’ll get the information.”

I shook my head. “It’s okay. I’ll go.” I left them in the back of the full emergency room and returned thirty minutes later, after insisting the nurse personally check on Pyper.

“She’s here, but there’s no change. They’re running tests. As far as I can tell, Kane is still with her.” The nurse had said a family member was with her. It could only be Kane. I sat next to Kat, with Lailah on her other side.

“Here.” Kat handed me a Styrofoam cup. “Coffee.”

“Thanks.” I held the cup, warming my chilled fingers, even though the night was thick with humid summer air.

“What happened back there?” Kat asked in a low voice.

I turned and saw her peering at Lailah.

“Which part?” Lailah focused on the white wall in front of us.

Kat glanced at me and raised her eyebrows.

I cleared my throat. “Let’s start at the beginning. You were trying to trap the black spirit attached to Pyper, but instead you trapped Bobby. How is that possible? I thought they were the same being. Bobby is the only one I ever saw.”

“I already told you, Bobby has white energy. He’s Bea’s brother.”

“I know. That’s why we were trying to get in touch with her. I didn’t know you knew him. You’ve seen him before, I take it.”

She nodded. “A few times with Bea. When we were working on some spells together.”

“Okay.” What kind of spells? I shook my head trying to focus. “But you said before you could see things. You saw the black spirit, so why didn’t you see Bobby’s energy?”

“Because of you, I guess. Your aura is purple, but surrounding that is brilliant white energy, like all intuitives have. If he was near you, it would have been hard for me to see him.”

“Oh.” I sat back staring at the admittance door, wishing Kane would appear.

“So because Jade was focusing on Bobby, he got trapped in the circle and not Pyper’s ghost. We
are
talking about two ghosts here, right?” Kat asked.

The people next to us turned and openly stared after hearing her statement. She stared back until they turned away. In spite of myself, I smiled.

“At least two,” Lailah said.

“At least!” I sat up straight.

“I don’t know!” Lailah finally met my eyes. “I have totally fucked up. I don’t know anything anymore.”

“Calm down,” Kat said in a hushed tone. “No one is blaming you.”

I suppressed a grunt of disagreement. Kat must have heard me, judging by the elbow she nudged in my rib.

“We’re just trying to figure out what happened. Tell us about the vision we saw,” I said.

“The vision?” Lailah furrowed her eyebrows. “What vision?”

“The one where you turned into another person and told me I was the one who would have to fix this mess.” I jumped out of my chair and stood in front of the two of them.

Lailah’s eyes went wide as her head turned from me to Kat. “She came…”

“Who? Who came?” Kat asked.

“The goddess. It had to be.” She sat up straight. The remorse faded, replaced by an excited glow.

Kat and I stared at her in silence. She looked around, as if aware for the first time where we were. Standing, she grabbed a hand from each of us. “We need to talk a little more privately.”

I glanced back at the admittance door, while Lailah dragged us outside. Still no Kane.

“Tell me exactly what happened,” Lailah demanded when we were safely out of hearing distance from the emergency room door.

“I…” I turned to Kat. Suddenly I was overwhelmed into silence.

She gave me a small smile and replayed the scene for Lailah.

“It’s for you to alter the course now…” Lailah trailed off, deep in thought.

“What did she mean, ‘I am hers’?” I asked.

“You are her daughter. In a cosmic sense. I’d guess your powers are deeper than you ever thought. A white witch, maybe. A natural-born witch.” She shrugged. “Hard to say until you explore your powers.”

“So the goddess Selene, whoever that is, thinks I have some extra powers?”

“Pretty much.” Lailah paced in a circle. “Damn it. I wish Bea was here.”

I gritted my teeth and walked back to the entrance, scanning for Kane. I didn’t want to hear about extra powers. All I cared about was Pyper’s condition. I turned back to them. “I’m going back in.”

“Wait.” Kat held up her hand. “Just one more thing. What the hell is a low-level angel?”

Lailah stopped pacing. “It means I’m a mortal angel. A messenger from God, but in mortal form. It’s why I can do some Wiccan magic, but it all comes naturally for me. I don’t have to practice or do special rituals. I can just make it happen. I do have to take precautions to keep evil out, which is what the herbs, candles and circle was about. Though I could have made that all happen without it. Unfortunately, I failed.”

“A messenger from God?” Kat asked with a heavy dose of skepticism.

“We come in all forms.” Lailah closed her eyes, as if her burden was too heavy to bear. “I still do not know my purpose. I try to do good, but as you can see I’m not always successful.”

Too overwhelmed by the night’s events, I said nothing and returned to the waiting room.

Soon Kat joined me. “She went home.”

I nodded, and we sat in silence until finally Kane emerged.

My heart swelled simultaneously with joy and pain at the sight of him. He held his face taut with his lips in a grim line. Our eyes met as I stood, and his pain ripped through me, almost making my knees buckle. I grabbed him and held on with my face buried in his shoulder.

“She’s still the same,” he whispered in my ear. “Coma.”

“No.” I felt him nod and I looked up. “I’m so sorry.” Silent tears streamed down my face.

He hugged me tighter and brought one hand up to wipe my tears. “I don’t know what happened, but I know whatever it was, it isn’t your fault.”

His tenderness brought on a fresh bout of emotion, but I steadied myself and willed the tears back. He guided me toward the doors.

“You should go get some sleep,” he said.

“And you. You’ll stay here?”

“I have to. Let Kat take you home. I’ll call if I hear anything.”

The last thing I wanted to do was leave him, but I could see by the stubborn tilt of his chin he wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Promise to call with any news, at any time.”

“I promise.” He steered me out the double doors.

I turned to him, my heart aching as I looked into his tired eyes. “We’ll get her through this. I promise.” I didn’t know how, but I knew in my heart, I’d do whatever it took to save her.

He nodded absently and gave me a gentle push toward Kat. But I stepped closer, took his face in my hands and kissed him. All of my anguish and suppressed emotions poured out of me into that one kiss, desperate to show him how much he meant to me, even if I couldn’t say it.

Grief, longing, and fear surrounded me as he kissed me back in a slow, bittersweet manner. When our lips parted, he hugged me tight. “Get some rest.” And then he was gone, back through the double doors of the hospital.

“Let’s go, sweetie.” Kat said, pulling me to the car. “You’ll see him tomorrow.”

I didn’t say anything until we were safely in her Mini. “Do you think Lailah is crazy?”

“Definitely.”

***

The bed shifted as Kat lay down next to me. She didn’t want to go home, so I offered her the other side of my bed.

“He talks about you all the time, you know.”

“Who? Ian?” Jolted out of my thoughts about what just transpired with Kane, I rolled over to face her.

“No. Dan.”

“What? You’re kidding. Why?”

“I’m starting to think he’s obsessed with you.” Kat laid back and stared at the ceiling.

“That’s crazy,” I said, realizing the night’s events had hit her harder than I’d thought.

“No it isn’t. He’s the one who told me about the job opening at the glass school. Told me I should call you. Said it would be good for me to have you here.”

I stared as I digested her statement.

“He kept hounding me about when you were coming, and talking about double-dating. I’m so stupid. I should have seen it for what it was.”

“What?” I whispered.

“He’s still in love with you.”

I let out a bark of laughter. “That’s insane. He has nothing but hatred for me.”

Kat propped herself up on her elbows and turned toward me. “I think maybe it’s a love-hate thing. He still loves you, but you clearly can’t stand him. So his frustration manifests into schoolyard bullying.”

“Are you saying this is my fault?” I narrowed my eyes, feeling the pain coursing through her heart.

“Of course not.” She lay back down and turned her back to me.

Irritated, I flopped down on my side of the bed. My eyes felt like sandpaper, but I knew I’d never sleep until I asked the question I’d been holding in for weeks. “Kat?”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you do it? Date Dan, I mean.”

She sighed. “I don’t know. He just showed up out of nowhere. He didn’t even tell me he was moving here, and one thing led to another…”

Her voice sounded so small and dejected, I couldn’t help but feel bad for her. “It’s okay.” I reached for her hand and squeezed.

“No it isn’t, but thanks for saying so.” She squeezed back.

She was right. It really wasn’t okay. She’d known how much Dan had hurt me and yet, she still chose to not only date him, but to move in with him. I’d been lying to myself, saying it was fine, it didn’t bother me. But it did. And we both knew it.

“I’m kicking him out tomorrow,” she said.

“Are you sure? He clearly needs help. Maybe you can help him get it.”

“After he assaulted me? I don’t think so. Besides, he’s not over you. I deserve better in a relationship. If he wants help, I’ll be there, but not as his girlfriend.”

I reached over and hugged her. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“Yes. I love you too.”

Chapter 19

A dull headache threatened as the florescent lighting glared off the stark-white walls of the hospital. The fact that I hadn’t slept more than six hours in the two days since Pyper had been admitted didn’t help. I popped two aspirin and washed them down with a large gulp of lukewarm coffee. Food and sleep would have been a better prescription, but I’d take what I could get.

The receptionist waved, and I nodded as I made my way down the corridor. The staff had suspected everything from a drug overdose to a brain aneurism. But after an endless series of clean MRI’s, CAT scans and blood tests, the official diagnosis was an unexplained coma.

Entering Pyper’s room, I was relieved to see she was alone. Kane had been holding a vigil by her side, and I hoped he’d finally gone home for some much-needed sleep.

I sat down next to her and took her hand.

Closing my eyes, I let my barriers down and sent my awareness toward her. It was tough to sift through the raw energy of the other hospital patients, but with strained effort I managed to keep their signatures in the background. I’d been trying each time I visited her, searching for her distinct energy, but each time I had the same result. Nothing. Frustrated, I sent my energy out with more force. Her emotional energy was still vacant, but with her hand still clasped in mine I felt her body twitch.

My eyes popped open. She was lying there just as she’d been before.

“Pyper? Pyper, honey, wake up. I know you felt me. I felt you flinch from my mental probe. Come on now, we all miss you. Wake up.”

“Mental probe?”

I jumped, and dropped her hand. Kane, with damp hair and wearing a clean T-shirt and jeans, stood at the door.

“I was trying to reach her, and she flinched.”

“Reach her? How?” Kane tilted his head in thought and then focused on me with wide eyes. “Wait, she flinched?”

“I think it was more like a reflex,” I said ignoring his first questions. I got up and wandered to the window, as Kane moved to sit next to her.

Kane spoke in a low voice, trying to coax Pyper awake. When nothing happened, I moved to stand next to him.

“What did you say to get her to move?” he asked.

“Uh…” I sat down on the edge of the bed, faced him and took a deep breath. “Nothing, I just held her hand and tried to get a sense of her energy.” How could I tell him about my ability now? But how could I not, especially if I could help Pyper?

“Oh. I see. Did you get anything?” Kane put Pyper’s hand in mine.

“Huh?” That wasn’t the response I’d been expecting.

“Did you get any reading on her emotional energy?”