The Witching Hour: 11 Enchanting Novels Featuring Witches, Wizards, Vampires, Shifters, Ghosts, Fae, and More!, page 41
I rolled my eyes at her. “See? I was about to dive into that conversation, but now it feels even more awkward because…well…never mind.” I climbed on the bed and began to pet Bubba, like I had promised. He preened, tilting his head back so I could scritch the good spots, right behind his ears. Purring, he began to knead the covers.
“Here’s the thing,” I finally said. “Aegis, the sheriff has evidence that Essie may be staging a coup on the island. And Rachel’s vying for the throne. If she manages to dethrone Essie, things could get very ugly.”
He blinked. “What? One thing at a time, please.”
“Essie’s rumored to be attempting to stage a coup. She might be working against our coven, actually. That possibility has come up more than once today.”
As the words soaked in, Aegis’s expression darkened. “This isn’t the news I had hoped to hear. And you say that Rachel might be looking to dethrone Essie?”
“Yes, and she’d be worse than Essie. At least Essie has some inkling of the importance of working with people—humans and Otherkin alike—but we don’t think Rachel has that sense of integrity. Not to mention, it looks like she might be hanging out in the tunnels below Durholm Hall. We went out there but weren’t able to find any tangible proof yet. It’s important the island not be caught off guard if this is really something Essie is planning.”
Looking perplexed, Aegis began to sputter. “But how does Ralph fit into all this? How does—I’m getting confused.”
Sandy cleared her throat. “We think that Ralph is in thrall to Rachel. That she’s using him against Maddy because she’s out for revenge against you, and what better way than destroy the livelihood of her ex-boyfriend’s girlfriend?”
“And if she’s trying to destroy the coven, might as well start with the member she hates the most. Whatever the case, it also occurred to us that you’ve had her in this house before. She’s been here and there’s nothing to keep her out until I revoke the invocation. But once the Bewitching Bedlam opens, it won’t be so easy. If I do a general keep-away spell toward vampires, that will catch you in its net.” I stopped, out of breath.
“Rock and a hard place, dude,” Sandy said. “But we need to know anything we can about Rachel’s weaknesses. Whether you like it or not, we’re going to have to stake her to keep her from coming after Maddy here. It’s a bad situation, no matter which way you turn it.”
Aegis deflated, slowly lowering himself to the bench next to my vanity. “You’re right. This is a nasty mess. You’re absolutely correct in that she’s been in this house and can still get in. I didn’t even think about that until now. I can’t very well revoke my invitation—it won’t work vampire-to-vampire. But you can seal her out until the grand opening. Maddy, do that before you leave tonight. Do that now, in fact.”
He sounded so grave that I headed over to my French doors. The spell would work housewide when cast from any door, and this seemed as good a place as any. I raised my arms to my sides, breathing deeply, then envisioned Rachel in my mind. Creating a barrier against her, I focused on the doors, representing all doors to my home, all entrances—windows, grates, and ducts, including Aegis’s secret door.
“Rachel, I revoke your passage into my home. I revoke your ability to enter through any opening. You are barred from my house, by the power of the gods, by the power of my will, So Mote It Be.” As my will rang out, there was a sudden swish, as if doors slammed shut all around us. Then, silence and a feeling of protection. I opened my eyes. “The spell took.”
“I felt it settle in. Until you open to the public, you’re safe enough in here from her. But remember—her allies can enter. So don’t invite strangers over,” Sandy said.
Aegis dropped to the bed, hanging his head. “I feel so responsible for this. I’m so sorry.”
“There’s no reason to blame yourself. You didn’t know she was going to turn out to be a stalker. But before we have to leave, can you tell us anything that makes her vulnerable?” Sandy motioned to my heavy black cloak in the closet. “You’re going to need that.”
I slid it around my shoulders, fastening the Celtic knotwork pin.
Aegis rubbed his hands through his hair and cleared his throat. “All right. What I know about Rachel is she’s stronger than most vampires. She’s also smart.”
“Not feeling so positive about this,” I said, touching up my lip gloss. “We’re looking for weaknesses, not reasons to fear her. We’ve got enough of those.”
He laughed, but it was a broken laugh. “Well, I can tell you she’s so vain that she’s susceptible to flattery. She actually tripped up once before because she believed a couple who were praising her strength when she was threatening them. They almost manage to stake her before she realized that they weren’t all that impressed with her beauty and wit. That threw her for a loop, but I don’t think she learned a lesson from it.”
Sandy frowned. “Is that all you have?”
“Well, there’s one other thing. If it were anybody else, I’d hate to use this against her, but…”
“Tell us. We need every ounce of weaponry we can get.” I turned, ready to go.
“Rachel had a child once, before she was turned. She suffers an incredible amount of guilt that she channels into rage because when she was turned, she killed her daughter. It was horrible, I gather. She went home after rising. Before she realized what she was doing, she drained her daughter dry. The girl’s name was Rebecca, and she was only six years old.” He rubbed his chin. “You can see what that might do to someone.”
I stared at him. “Yeah, I do. It could push you a couple of ways. She chose to go all hell-on-heels. I understand how things like that can threaten to destroy you.” I paused, trying to dial back my judgment. Maybe she hadn’t had a Cassandra or a Fata Morgana to force her to look in the mirror. Maybe she had no one except a voice in her head reminding her over and over of what she had done. “I suppose I see how she could become what she is. But that doesn’t change what we need to do.”
“I know, but maybe it helps explain why she’s the way she is.” Aegis shrugged. “We all have our hair shirts.” He glanced at the clock. “Are you sure you have to go tonight? I’d feel safer if you weren’t out there on the road. I know what she’s capable of, Maddy. I don’t want you to pay for my mistakes.” He wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. He smelled like leather and musk and all things hot and sexy. “I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you.”
I nuzzled into his arms. “Be safe yourself, love. You know she’s out to hurt you. I’ll be careful but yes, I have to go. We have to talk to Linda tonight and there’s magic that must be done.” Carefully disentangling from his embrace, I pulled back and sucked in a long breath. “I’ll call you when we get there safe. And I’ll call you when I leave the temple.”
“Please do. Or I’ll be over there hunting you down.” He glanced out the doors. “At least she can’t get in here.”
“M-row?” Bubba rubbed around my legs, leaving a trail of orange and white fur on my cloak. Par for the course.
I leaned down and petted him. “I’m sorry but yes, we all have to go out. You should be safe here, though. Rachel can’t get in, and Ralph’s in jail. You know how to hide if you need to, Bub.” He licked my hand, then rubbed the side of his cheek against it. “Yes, I belong to you. Be good, Bubba. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
As we all headed out, I glanced back at the mansion. At the beginning, I had bought it to spite Craig and for something different to do. Now, I loved the place, and I wanted to feel safe here. I wanted to create a long-term home that nobody could ever take away from me.
The sky had cleared and the night was icy cold. Our breath came in puffs as we headed toward our cars. At least, Sandy’s and mine did. Aegis didn’t breathe. He waited until we were safe in my car and pulling out of the drive before getting into his. As we headed toward the Blue Jinn, where we had left Sandy’s car, I thought about what Aegis had said.
“That must have been horrible, what Rachel went through.” I kept my eyes on the road, watching for ice.
“True, but it doesn’t follow that she had to turn into a monster. We all have losses, some far worse than hers, and not everybody turns into a vicious killer because of it. You remember what Aegis said about her.”
“Oh, I know she’s deadly, but now I feel a little sorry for her. At least she didn’t turn her daughter as well as kill her. That much, you have to credit her with.” I pressed my lips shut. I didn’t like feeling sorry for someone who was out to get me, but I did.
“Maddy, you did what you had to do. They were vicious killers and you saved countless people burning down that village.” Sandy let out a soft breath.
“There were children in that village.” I swerved to miss a dog that was crossing the road. “I was so angry, so furious. I burned them like the witch hunters burned our own kind.”
“Those children were ruthless hunters. Vampires, Maddy. All of them. I was there. Your memory is tinged with guilt. But I was there. The flames were necessary. And Fata and I, we’re just as responsible. But we knew what we were doing was right—what you led us to do was the right thing. We saved innocent lives.”
I eased into the Blue Jinn’s parking lot and turned off the engine. “I suppose so.”
Sandy glanced at me. “You know so.”
I bit my lip. “I think the Erris excommunicated me from the coven because of what I did. She didn’t think I was right.”
“The Erris was out of touch. She didn’t see the victims. She didn’t see the fear in the streets when the vampires were starting to rise. Besides, you grew so popular that she was afraid you were going to take her spot. That’s why she excommunicated you. The other Elders didn’t agree with her, but her word was law in the coven.”
“What? She turned me out, named me pariah because she thought I was going to steal her thunder? Why didn’t you tell me this before? All this time, I thought that the entire council censured me, when it was her own hunger for power? She’s been dead for a century. You could have told me any time during the past hundred years. What the fuck were you thinking?”
Relief swept over me. I hadn’t actually been cast out for what I had done, so much as for how much people had both feared and cheered me. I gripped the steering wheel.
“Maddy?”
“I don’t think I can talk now. I’ll see you at the temple.” I stared straight ahead, waiting for her to get out of the car. Part of me wanted to scream for her to get the hell out, the other part was frantically trying to calm myself down.
“I’m sorry, Maddy. I should have told you sooner.” Sandy fell silent. Then, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she silently got out of the car. As soon as she was safely in her own, I pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the temple.
The Temple Arianrhod where the Moonrise Coven met sat on five acres. With a private grove where we held rituals on the High Holy days, and our Esbats during the summer and early autumn, the temple itself was dedicated to the goddess Arianrhod, the Lady of the Silver Wheel. I had been brought up in a family dedicated to her, so it made sense for me to enter a coven that was pledged to work with her.
For a temple, it looked a lot like an old brick schoolhouse—probably because that’s what it had originally been: a small schoolhouse that had housed students of a particularly magical system that no longer existed in Bedlam.
Three families had practiced the tradition, but it was obscure and esoteric, and when the last of the children left the island, the trad died out. The coven had bought the building from the city thirty years before we had decked it out to our needs, transforming the land it sat on into a lush grove, complete with fire pit, ritual circle, and celebratory meadow for community events.
The building itself was three stories, including the basement. We kept the largest room for community-wide rituals, usually held on the High Holy days during winter and the rainy season. The smaller rooms were divided into administrative rooms, private practice rooms, and one member of the coven—Jonquil—lived here. She cleaned the school and kept an eye on the temple in exchange for rent.
The parking lot was full. It looked like everybody was here tonight. Which made sense, given we had to discuss Rose’s death. I eased into one of the spots as close to the temple as possible. Still angry at Sandy’s revelation, I also realized that we had to talk before ritual. Never enter sacred space without clearing out anger. If two members of the coven were angry at one another, they were required to either make peace before entering ritual space, or they were barred from participating.
Stray anger all too often took on form and manifested in scary-assed ways. Like the time I was pissed at Rodger—who had been glomming all over me—and forgot to clear it up before ritual. He had developed a raging erection that wouldn’t go away, and he had ended up in the hospital for priapism. It had been embarrassing to admit that I had been at fault, but I confessed because one thing that was continually driven home among magical families was the necessity to accept responsibility for our actions.
As I stepped out of the car, Sandy eased into the spot next to me. She slammed her door and marched over to me, hands on her hips. “I have something to say and you’re going to listen to me, Maudlin Gallowglass.”
I glanced up at the gathering clouds. “Make it quick because it looks like we’re in for another round of snow and it’s coming on quick.”
She licked her lips. “I should have told you. I know that. I screwed up big time, but after all these years, I wasn’t sure how to approach it. I was scared, Maddy, that you’d think I was in on it with the Erris. But she threatened me. She told me if I ever mentioned what I had found out that she would strip our powers if Fata and I told you anything.”
I stared at her. The Erris had been more than capable of carrying out her threats. And we had bent our will to hers without question. We trusted her, even though we seldom got to see her. Tom had adored her like a mother. When he was turned, it hit her almost as hard as it had hit me. But where I ran wild, she focused on gathering more power.
“What? She actually did that?”
Sandy shrugged. “Yeah. She did. After she died, I thought about telling you a thousand times. Every time I’d start, something would still my tongue. Until tonight. Tonight, it felt like the right time.”
Still in shock, but no longer furious, I let out a long, slow breath. “Then I guess it’s the right time for me to know. All right. I trust that you wouldn’t deliberately keep something this important from me without good reason. And truth is, I don’t know how it would have changed me. It would have been nice to live without the shame she piled on me. But it’s too late to know what changes it would have made.”
Sandy held out her hand just as the snow began to fall. The flakes melted against her skin. “Friends? I can’t stand it when we’re mad at each other.”
I pressed my lips together. We had been through thick and thin. Through centuries. And always, Sandy had been there for me. My best friend. My blood-oath sister.
I slowly took her hand. “Friends. Always.”
After all the years, that was all we needed to say. I took her hand and we ran toward the building, trying not to slip on the ice and snow.
12
Linda and the others were gathered in the preparation room, sitting in a semi circle. The Moonrise Coven consisted of twenty-one members. Thirteen of us were in the Inner Court, seven were Outer Court. Only now that number stood at six with Rose’s death.
Among the Inner Court, five of us—Linda, Sandy, Terrance, Angus, and me—formed the council. We were responsible for the final decisions of the coven. Everybody was present, except for Rose, of course. And by the looks on their faces, they had all heard the news.
“Sorry we’re late.” I slid into my place, with the other council members. Sandy sat next to me. I glanced over at Linda who shot me a puzzled look, but when I shook my head, she turned back to the rest of the coven.
She held up her wand. “If we’re all here, then, I declare the December Esbat meeting of the Moonrise Coven under way. Before we go any further, I have made a decision that tonight we will forgo ritual. With all that’s happened this week, the energy would be far too volatile to practice any magic. But we have several issues to discuss.”
Shauna, a member of the Inner Court, raised her hand. “What happened? We know Rose is dead but I’ve been out of town and have no clue what went on.”
Linda let out a long breath, then glanced over at me. “Are you comfortable taking questions? I don’t have the answers to a lot of them and, considering the circumstances, you might.”
I wasn’t, but sometimes we all had to step up and take on uncomfortable roles.
“I’ll tell you all that I can, but with the case under investigation, it’s limited. I found Rose in my backyard. She was murdered. Ralph Greyhoof is in jail for questioning on the matter. As to anything else, I can’t discuss it, so please don’t ask any other questions about it.” I turned to Linda. “Sandy and I really need to talk to you in private.”
Looking confused, she led us into her office while the others broke out the post-ritual snacks. Given we weren’t working magic, the food promised an early comfort.
As she shut the door behind her, Linda cast a quick Silence spell to keep what we said within the confines of the room. Nobody would be able to listen at the door to hear what we were saying. While theoretically that shouldn’t even be a worry, the others were curious and it was better to avoid the possibility.
Linda motioned to the sofa near her desk and we sat. I leaned forward, elbows resting on my knees as I entwined my fingers together.
“Linda, we need to talk about Rachel and Essie. You do know who Rachel is, don’t you?”
She slowly nodded. “Yeah, I remember Lena having issues with her.”
“Then we need to know if you’re aware that the vamps may be trying for a coup.”
