Spellcasters (25 page)

“Now, to the house,” Cortez said. “Quickly.”

“But there’s more—”

“It’s good enough. Any longer and people will start recognizing you.”

We ran for the front door.

Once inside, Cortez called the police. Then I led him to the bathroom, where we could assess injuries. Savannah stayed in my room, door closed. I didn’t tell her it was over. Right then, I was afraid of what else I might be tempted to say.

The slice across my hand was the worst of my injuries. Hardly fatal. I slapped on a bandage, then turned my attention to Cortez, starting with a cold compress for his bloodied lip. Next, the knife wound. The blade had passed through his right side. I pulled up his shirt, cleaned the wound, and took a better look.

“It looks okay,” I said. “But it could use a couple of stitches. Maybe when the police get here, we can take you to the hospital.”

“No need. I’ve had worse.”

I could see that. Though I’d only pulled his shirt up a few inches, I could see a thick scar crossing his abdomen. He was reed thin, but more muscled than one might expect from his build. I guess there’s more to fighting Cabals than courtrooms and paperwork.

“I’ll make a poultice,” I said. “It usually pulls the wound together better than stitches anyway. Less chance of scarring, too.”

“Handy. I’ll have to ask for a copy of the recipe.”

I opened the bathroom cupboard and took out the poultice ingredients. “This is my fault. She’s cast that spell once before, with even worse results. I should have warned her about it. I should have told her to wipe it from her repertoire.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. The confusion spell can be very useful, under the right circumstances, or as a spell of last resort. The caster has to understand it, though, which Savannah obviously doesn’t.”

“Does it always work like that?”

“No. Her casting is surprisingly strong. I’ve never seen a confusion spell affect so many people in such a clearly negative fashion. The spell always exacerbates any underlying tendency toward violence. Perhaps under these circumstances, I should have expected such a reaction, assuming the sort of people who congregate around such a story are not the most mentally balanced of individuals.”

“That’s an understatement.”

The doorbell rang then.

“The police,” I said. “Or so I hope.”

It was the police. They didn’t stay long. Outside, people had either left or resumed their vigil as if nothing had happened. The police took some statements, helped people to the paramedics, and secured the area. Afterward they left behind a cruiser and two officers to keep watch.

Savannah finally appeared as I was putting the poultice on Cortez.

“Don’t expect me to say I’m sorry,” she said.

I turned to face her.

She stood in the bathroom doorway. “I’m not sorry.”

“You—do you know what you’ve done?” I stalked across the bathroom and pushed open the window. “Do you see that? The ambulances? The paramedics? The blood? People got hurt, Savannah. Innocent people.”

“They shouldn’t have been there. Stupid humans. Who cares about them?”

“I care about them!” I ripped the bandage off my hand. “I suppose you don’t care about this, either. Well, there is something you should care about—”

I grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face Cortez, then pointed out his swollen lip and wounded side.

“Do you care about that? This man is here to help you, Savannah. To help
you
. He could have been killed out there trying to undo the spell you cast.”

“I didn’t ask him to undo it. If you got hurt, it’s your own fault for going out there.”

“You—” I flung her arm down. “Get to your room, Savannah. Now.”

Her eyes glistened with tears, but she only stomped her foot and glared at us. “I’m not sorry! I’m not!”

She turned and ran for her room.

“I
am so sorry,” I said as we walked into the living room. “I know I should be able to handle her. I really should. I keep telling myself I’m making progress, teaching her control, but then something like this happens and it’s—it’s pretty obvious I haven’t taught her anything at all.”

I dropped onto the sofa. Cortez took the armchair and moved it around to face me before sitting.

“She doesn’t like humans,” I continued. “She hates the Coven. She probably hates me. Sometimes I wonder why she sticks around.”

“Because her mother told her to. Before Eve died, she told Savannah that if anything happened to her, she was to find the Coven and take refuge there.”

I looked up at him. “Who told you that?”

“Savannah. We talked earlier this evening. She has some concerns and hoped I might be able to mediate on her behalf.”

“What’d she say? No, let me guess. I’m a wonderful guardian. I understand her and I always know exactly the right thing to do and say.”

A slight smile. “She admitted you two don’t always get along. Naturally, she says you don’t understand her, you don’t give her enough responsibility, you’re overprotective, all the things every teenager says to every adult. Do you know what else she says? That you have potential.”

“I have …” I couldn’t stifle a small laugh. “I have potential.”

“Don’t take it too hard. She says I have potential, too. Neither of us is measuring up to her standards quite yet, but at least there appears to be hope for us.”

I turned to stare at the front curtains. “Still, potential or not, I don’t think I’m what Eve had in mind when she told Savannah to take refuge with the Coven. The problem is—” I stopped. “God, I’m blathering. What time is it anyway?”

“Not that late. You were saying?”

I hesitated. I wanted to keep talking. Maybe exhaustion had worn down my defenses. Or maybe Cortez just seemed like someone I could talk to.

“Sometimes I … I wonder if the Elders aren’t right. If I’m not endangering the Coven by keeping Savannah here.”

“Do you mean you want to find someone else to take her?”

“God, no. What I mean is that maybe we’re both endangering the Coven by staying. That I should leave and take her with me. Only I can’t. This … this is my life. The Coven. Being Coven Leader. I want … I want to …” I heard the passion in my voice, the near-desperation. My cheeks heated. “I want to do a lot. I can’t leave.”

I looked away, embarrassed by my outburst. I wanted to stop but, having started, couldn’t until I’d said everything I wanted to say.

“About Savannah,” I said. “I want to show her how to take that power and use it for good. Only sometimes, like tonight, that seems completely delusional. I can’t—I can’t seem to make her understand the difference between right and wrong. I can’t make her
care
.”

He glanced toward Savannah’s room. “Should we use a privacy spell?”

I nodded. A privacy spell was witch magic. It allowed two people to converse without being overheard. Both speakers had to cast it, which we did. Cortez fumbled the first time, but recast and got it to work.

“How much do you know about Eve?” Cortez asked.

“She was kicked out of the Coven for using dark magic. But after that … I don’t know. She couldn’t have been too bad or the council would have gotten involved.” I shook my head. “Okay, that’s a cop-out. We knew she was into bad stuff. Not bad enough to warrant attention, but she was definitely practicing dark magic. It’s just that, well, we can’t chase after everyone. We have to choose—”

“Which cases warrant your attention. You don’t need to explain that to me, Paige. As difficult as it is, sometimes we have to forgo chasing down the worst offenses and pick the battles we can win. Yes, Eve practiced dark magic. Not just dark. The darkest of the dark. Her focus, however, was not on using it but on teaching it to other spell-casters—witches, sorcerers, whoever could pay her fees.”

“Teaching? Why?”

He shrugged. “It was a very lucrative business. Such information is very difficult to obtain through standard sources.”

“So she didn’t use dark magic for her own gain. She just taught it to dozens of others. That’s no better, maybe even worse.”

“Exactly as I see it, yet in most supernatural circles, Eve’s choice gave her the veneer of respectability. She was highly regarded as a teacher.”

A car door slammed outside. I jumped and reached for the curtain, then heard an engine start.

“Another departing guest,” I said. “Do you think Savannah’s spell scared them off? Or is it just past their bedtime?”

He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut.

I managed a small smile. “You were going to lie, weren’t you? Tell me what I want to hear, that they’re running for their lives, never to darken my doorstep again.”

“I caught myself.”

“Thanks,” I said, my smile turning genuine. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I appreciate the honesty more.”

We looked at each other for a moment, then I reached down and picked up a pillow that had been knocked off earlier. I plumped it and returned it to its spot.

“So,” I said. “Back to Eve. She was a teacher. Any Cabal connection? Did they ever hire her?”

“No. All of the Cabals had censured her, meaning that their members were forbidden to seek her teachings.”

“Because she was a witch?”

“No, because she imparted dangerous spells without teaching the requisite methods of control for using them. I’m not defending the Cabals. If they set limits on the type of magic they allow, they are limits of practicality, not morality. As the degree of darkness increases, so does the risk of danger. Eve’s magic was the worst sort. I can say that based, not on rumor, but on experience.”

“You met Eve?”

“ ‘Met’ would be an exaggeration. I encountered her. Several years ago, I investigated a sorcerer who’d been casting spells far too advanced for his abilities and was responsible for several rather gruesome deaths. After handling the situation, I traced the source of his spells, and it led me to Eve Levine. I managed to confiscate several of her grimoires, but not before getting a taste of her power.”

“She bested you?”

Cortez rubbed a hand across his mouth. “Ah, one could … say that.” When he lowered his hand, a tiny smile played at his lips. “In the interests of being honest, I must admit it was a bit … more humiliating than that, and certainly not a story I’d wish to hear repeated.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Eve used sorcerer magic against me and I consider myself lucky to have escaped. Her proficiency far outstripped that of most sorcerers. That’s why Isaac Katzen targeted her for recruitment.”

“You mean by having her kidnapped last year.”

“Exactly. An unwise move. Again, we move into the realm of gossip, but given my firsthand knowledge of Eve’s power, I’m inclined to believe the story. They say that Eve survived only one day in captivity before her captors killed her. Katzen had assumed that his powers would be greater than those of even the strongest witch and therefore led the humans to believe Eve would be easily handled. They were unprepared for her level of expertise and, given the very real possibility of losing both her and Savannah, chose to kill her and keep the more manageable child. Their biggest mistake, though, was taking Savannah in the first place. You don’t corner a lioness with her cub.”

“Do you think—” I stopped, tried again. “I mean, when you met Eve, did you get any sense of her as a mother? Was she good to Savannah?”

“I never saw Savannah. From what I’ve heard, that was typical. No one outside Eve’s immediate circle of friends was permitted contact with the child. Certainly, I’m not qualified to make such a judgment, but from what I’ve seen of Savannah, I would assume Eve was a decent mother, perhaps better than decent. In some ways, it might have been better if Eve had been negligent. Savannah has a very strong bond with her mother. You have to remember that. When you speak against dark magic, you speak against Eve.”

“I need to understand Eve better. I know that.” I paused. “But I can’t—it’s not—this wasn’t how I was raised. I know …”

I looked over at Cortez. His eyes were on mine, waiting with a mixture of quiet interest and understanding that made me want to go on.

“I should have talked to Savannah about the confusion spell,” I said. “I should have told her what happened the last time. We should have discussed when and when not to use it. I
know
all this. I see it, but I can’t do it. Dark magic …”

I looked down and picked at the bandage on my hand. Cortez was still watching me, that same look of patient waiting on his face.

“It’s not—my mother taught me—I was raised to see dark magic as bad. Always. No exceptions. And now I see exceptions, but—” I stopped and pressed my hands to my eyes. “God, I am so tired. I can’t believe I’m babbling like this.”

“You’re not—”

I interrupted him by undoing the privacy spell, then scrambled to my feet. “You’re staying the night, I assume?”

“Yes, I thought that would be best. But—”

“Here, I’ll show you where I keep the guest supplies.” I headed for the back hall. “I’ve got extra toothbrushes … there should be some unisex deodorant.”

“That’s not necessary, Paige. I brought the saddlebags from my bike and they’re fully equipped with overnight provisions.”

“Are they out in the car?”

“Yes, I can retrieve them later. I know this is difficult for you, Paige. If you’d like to talk—”

“Talked your ear off already, haven’t I?” I forced a laugh as I turned and walked instead into the front hall. I took my keys from the rack. “Here are my car keys. You go grab those saddlebags and I’ll put bedding on the sofa bed. You’ll find fresh towels in the bathroom closet, along with shampoo, soap, and whatever else you might need.”

I headed into the living room. By the time he’d returned from getting his saddlebags, I was in my room.

“Y
ou’re up!”

I bolted awake as Savannah sailed across the room and thudded onto my bed.

“Thank God, ’cause Lucas is cooking breakfast and I’m getting kinda worried. When’s the last time you tested the fire extinguisher?”