The Twilight Before Christmas (27 page)

As if reading her mind, Hannah took her hand, squeezed it tightly. “He’s counting on you to do this, Kate. He’s counting on all of us.”

Kate took a steadying breath and nodded. She stepped away from Hannah, knowing Hannah would need room. Facing the small town invaded with the fog, Kate began to chant softly. An inquiry, no more, a soft plea to be heard. Her voice was carried on the smallest of breezes as Hannah faced the sea and lifted her arms, directing the wind as she might an orchestra.

Behind Kate, Joley and Abbey began to sing, a soft melody of love and peace, harmonizing with Kate’s incredible voice so they produced a symphony of hope. Power began to build in the wind itself, in the sky overhead. Lightning forked in the spinning clouds. Kate spoke of forgiveness, of unconditional love. Of a love of family that transcended time. She beckoned and cajoled. She pleaded for a hearing.

“You’ve touched him,” Elle reported. “He’s fighting the call. He’s determined to keep the accident from happening. There is no past life or future life as he understands it, only watching his wife and child die a horrible death over and over, year after year.” She staggered under the burden of the man’s guilt, of his loss.

Kate didn’t falter. Matt was out there somewhere in the fog, and she felt him reaching for her, counting on her. And she knew he was in danger. She talked of the townspeople coming together with every belief represented. Of the elderly and the young given the same respect. She spoke of a place that was a true haven for tolerance. And she spoke of forgiveness. Of letting go.

Power spread with the building wind. The ocean leaped in response. A pod of whales surfaced, flipping their tails, almost in unison, as if creating a giant fan. Joley’s voice, a sultry purity that couldn’t be ignored, swelled in volume, taking over the lead, while Abbey’s voice joined in perfect harmony.

Hannah’s voice called on the elements she knew and loved. Earth. Wind. Fire. Rain. Lightning flashed. The wind blew. Rain poured from the clouds. And still the power continued to build. Her hands moved in a graceful pattern as if conducting a symphony of magic.

Kate lured the spirit to her with promises of peace. Rest. A family waiting with open arms, holding him dear, not placing blame. An accident, not the hand of an ancient god angry that he had allowed his loved ones to participate in something different. Simply an unfortunate accident. Joley sang of Christmas, past, present, and future. Of a town committed to all the members celebrating together in a variety of ways. Of festivals for ancient gods and a gala for those who didn’t believe. The two voices blended, one in song, one in storytelling, weaving a seamless creation to draw the lost soul back home.

Abbey lifted her voice finally, a call for those lost to welcome loved ones. As she could draw truth, so did she speak truth. She added her voice to the tapestry, promising peace and rest and final sleep in the arms with those he loved most.

“He’s coming. He’s beginning to believe, to want to take the chance,” Elle said. “He’s hesitant, but he’s so utterly weary, and the idea of seeing his wife and child and resting in their arms is irresistible.”

Libby raised her arms with Hannah, sending the promise of healing, not the body, but mind and soul. She added her power to the force of the wind, added her healing energy to Kate’s soothing peace.

The wind increased in strength, blowing with the force of a small gale, tearing through Sea Haven, herding the fog, guiding it toward the sea. Toward the house on the cliff and the seven women who stood on the battlement, hand in hand. The feminine voices carried unbelievable power throughout the air, land, and sea. Rising on the wind. Calling. Promising. Leading.

And the fog answered. The thick gray vapor turned toward the sea, drifting reluctantly at first, tendrils feeling the way, hesitant and fearful. The voices swelled in strength. The wind blew through the fog.

Elle reached for Kate. “Now, Kate. Go to him now.”

Kate never stopped talking in her beguiling voice, but she closed her eyes and deliberately entered the world of shadows. He was there. A tall, gaunt man with sorrow weighing him down. He looked at her and shook his head sadly. She held out her hand to him. Beside her, Elle stiffened as a beastly creature with glowing eyes and fur stared down at Kate with hate. As the snakelike vines slithered and coiled and hissed as if alive, wanting to get to her sister. Elle moved them, holding them back with the sheer force of her power, giving Kate the necessary time to lure the spirit of Abram to her.

Kate told a story of the love of a man for his wife and children. A man who made a courageous decision to go against what others said was right and allowed his family to participate in a production designed to bring people together. She spoke of laughter and fun and his pride in his family as he watched them. And the horror of a terrible accident. The candles and dry straw, the heavy planks coming down on so many. The man watching his loved ones die. The guilt and horror. The need to blame someone… to blame himself.

Joley and Abbey sang softly, the voice of a woman and child calling for the one they loved to join them. Kate used the purity of her voice, silver tones to draw him closer. The woman and child waited. Loved. Longed for him. His only job was to go to them, to forgive himself. There was no one to save but himself.

Kate kept her hand extended and pointed behind him. Clouds of dark gray fog drifted aside. He turned to see the shadows there. A woman. A child. Far off in the distance waiting.

There was a sharp cry like that of a seagull. The waves crashed against the cliff, rose high and frothed white. Lightning veined the clouds, forked into the very center of the fog. The flash lit up the shadows, throwing Kate out of that world and back into the reality of her own. She landed heavily on the wet surface of the captain’s walk, in the middle of her sisters. Libby held her close.

“You’re all right. It’s all right now. You did it, Kate. You gave him peace,” Sarah said.

“We did it,” Kate corrected with a wan smile.

They sat together, too weary to move, the rain lashing down at them. Sarah turned her head to calculate the distance to the door. “Damon will be here with tea, but I don’t think he can carry us back inside.”

Elle draped herself over Abbey. “Who cares about going inside? I want to just lie here and look up at the sky.”

“I want to know Matt’s safe and that he was able to get to Danny,” Kate said. “When Damon comes up, please have him call Jonas.”

Matt scooted carefully down the steep bank, skirting rocks until it became impossible to go farther. He had no choice but to go over them.

“I’m Tommy, not Kate,” a voice called weakly from his right side.

Matt didn’t realize until that moment that he was whispering her name over and over like a prayer. He glanced up at the sky, felt the wind in his face, the first few drops of real rain. He felt power and energy crackling in the air around him. “Thank you, Katie, you are unbelievable.” He said it fervently, meaning it. Already the fog was beginning to thin so that he could make out the boy lying a few feet from him. “Are you hurt?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t know what happened though. One minute I was falling off the fence and rolling, and the next Danny shoved me. I woke up a few minutes ago and when I tried to move, I dislodged several rocks. I didn’t know where anyone was, so I thought I’d better just wait until help came.”

Matt remained lying flat, searching carefully for Danny. The wind drove down through the canyon and shifted abruptly, coming back off the river. He caught sight of his brother a few yards away. Danny was lying facedown on the cliff over the water’s edge, partially buried under debris. He wasn’t moving. The pulse pounded in Matt’s temples. He forced himself to go to the boy and examine him first. “You’ll be fine. Just stay down until we can get help to you. I’m checking on Danny.”

He took a deep breath and called toward the top. “Donna? Is Jonas here yet?”

“He’s on his way along with the rescue squad,” She yelled back.

“I’m working my way down to Danny. Everyone else is alive. Jackson looks the worst. Could be a concussion. The entire mountainside is unstable. Tell them to be careful moving around up there until I can get Danny out of the avalanche zone.”

Matt patted the teenage boy and proceeded to make painfully slow progress through the rocks. The smallest trickle of pebbles could bring down a tremendous storm of boulders on his brother. He inched his way through the rubble until he reached Danny’s side.

Danny was precariously balanced at the edge of the bank. It was actually the rocks that saved his life, holding him pinned in the dirt. Matt was very gentle as he examined his brother. He couldn’t find a single broken bone, but there were several lacerations, particularly on Danny’s hands. His face was pushed hard into the dirt. He carefully turned Danny’s head, scooping dirt from his mouth. Danny coughed, and the rocks slid. Some dislodged and one fell to the river below. “Don’t move, Danny, don’t even cough if you can help it,” Matt instructed.

“Tell us what you need, Matt,” Jonas shouted down to him.

“I’ve got to move Danny. When I do, everything above him is going to slide. You’ll have to get Pete out of there and Jackson. When you move them, Jonas, don’t disturb the rocks. If I take Danny now, there’s a chance we’ll lose those two. I’ll shield my brother, just work fast.”

Matt knew Jonas wouldn’t bother to argue with him. There was no way Matt would leave his younger brother hanging out over the edge of the fast-moving river with an avalanche of boulders poised to slide. The Drake sisters had managed a miracle removing the fog, but there was still dangerous work to be done.

“Don’t forget about me,” Tommy called.

“We’ll get you,” Jonas promised.

“You’re going to be just fine, Danny boy,” Matt said, brushing more dirt from the lacerated face.

“Get out of here, Matt,” Danny barely mouthed the words. “Breathing moves the rocks. If they’re working up above, the boulders will smash us both.”

“Have a little faith, bro, that’s Jonas up there. Are you hurt?”

“What does it look like?”

Matt heard the ominous rumble above him. “Incoming,” Jonas yelled from above them. Matt shifted so his upper body protected Danny’s head. He put his arms over his own head and tried to shrink as rocks bounced down, knocking a few more loose. The rocks rained down and splashed into the river below. One glanced off his calf and rolled away, dislodging more rocks before it hit the water.

“Dammit, be careful.” Matt could hear Jonas snarling at the rescue team. “If you can’t move them without setting off a landslide, get the hell back up here and let someone else do that! You all right down there, Matt?”

“We’re fine. Just be careful,” he called back.

“You weigh more than the rocks do,” Danny complained.

“You deserve it, scaring the hell out of me like this. Anything broken?”

“Naw. I’m a Granite. We’re tough.”

Matt rubbed his brother’s head in a rough, affectionate gesture. He glanced up. “They’ve got Jackson and the boys out, and they’re on the way to us. When we move you, Danny, the entire side of the bank is going to come down. I won’t be able to be very gentle, but I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Just get me the hell out of here.”

It was not an easy task. The rescuers inched their way down and worked out a coordinated plan to move Danny, knowing once they pulled him from under the pile of rocks it would set off an avalanche. Matt stayed beside his brother, joking, keeping Danny’s spirits up. The men cleared as many of the rocks from Danny as they could without triggering the landslide. It was only the soft damp dirt that saved Danny from terrible injury or death. His body was pressed deep into the muck. They dug around him with painstaking slowness, careful not to disturb the precarious balance of boulders poised over their heads.

“Ready, Danny boy?” It was Matt who locked arms with his brother.

“More than ready.” There was fear in Danny’s eyes, but he winked at his older brother and managed a weak smile.

Matt didn’t wait. They had cleared as much of the ground as possible out of the way of the landslide path so that Matt had a clear trail on the steep embankment to drag Danny quickly out of harm’s way. He exerted his great strength, pulling his brother out from under the rocks, moving as fast as humanly possible. The rocks immediately crashed into the river, starting the avalanche. The boulders above, with nothing to hold them, rolled down, taking most of the embankment with it. Matt covered Danny’s body a second time, waiting until the debris had cleared.

Danny tried to stand, but his brother held him down. “You made me come down here and play mud-cakes with you, you can just get on the stretcher and let the medics carry your butt to the hospital and check you out.”

“I’m fine,” Danny protested, as they strapped him into a litter. “I feel like an idiot,” he said.

“That’s good, Danny. You are an idiot.” Matt took up a position at the head of the stretcher to help carry him up the steep bank. They were still cautious, worried about the unstable conditions, but managed to get him to the top without incident.

Danny protested more when they put him in the ambulance, but no one paid him any attention. Matt jumped in beside him, keeping one hand on his brother’s shoulder. It wasn’t until the doctors pronounced Danny bruised, but fine that Matt left him to go check on Jackson and the teens.

By the time he returned to the cliff house, he was tired and only wanting to hold Kate to him. The Drake sisters were sprawled in every chair of the living room, pale and drawn, all greeting him with their brilliant smiles.

Matt gathered Kate to him, holding her close. All he wanted to do was take her home with him where she belonged. She looked exhausted and in need of a hot meal and two or three days of sleep. Kate clung to him, turning her face up for his kiss, burrowing against him.

“I heard there was an accident on the river wall,” she greeted.

“Everyone’s fine. Shook up, but fine. Did Jonas stop by?”

She shook her head. “Inez called to make certain we were all right. She knew we must have cleared out the fog and that we would be exhausted. She told us what happened. Jackson’s in the hospital, but the two boys were treated and released. She said Jackson’s going to be fine.” Her smile was slow coming but bright. “I have a feeling he’ll make a terrible patient.”