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āā¦have sex,ā she finished for me.
I winced.
āJesus, Angela, donāt be such a prude.ā At last she took a swallow of her chardonnay. āItās just sex.ā
Easy for you to say, I thought. Sheād lost her virginity at sixteen. Sleeping with guys was old hat for her. For me it was frightening, unexplored territory. Especially since Iād been told that being with your consort was supposed to be this amazing, life-changing, ecstatic experience. Going to bed with Adam? Probably not.
I took a deep breath. āWe havenāt really talked about it, but sure, I know weāll have some kind of ceremony. Weāll figure it out. Donāt worry ā thereāll be a dress. And you can help me shop for it.ā
āAwesome.ā Relieved that she wouldnāt be completely deprived of the fun of dress shopping, she went full force into a discussion of the various bridal shops in Prescott, and whether theyād be worthy of the occasion, or whether we should go to Scottsdale and find something really special, and how she hoped I wasnāt just going to do something in Spook Hall, and maybe we could have a reception at the Asylum restaurant up at the Grand Hotel at the top of Cleopatra Hill, andā¦.
Listening to all that was enough to tire me out all over again, but I let her rattle on. A wedding didnāt appear to be in her future anytime soon, although she and Anthony seemed to be holding on for the moment. Maybe sheād finally make it past the two-month barrier. And although I hadnāt even stopped to think about dresses or flowers or any of that, Sydney discussing it made the situation seem somehow normal. All Iād been thinking about was how atypical my position was, and so different from what I had imagined my life would be. To someone on the outside looking in, it must not look that strange. Just two young people whoād known each other all their lives suddenly realizing they were supposed to be together.
Only I knew that we werenāt meant to be together. This was a solution to a problem, nothing more. Of course I wasnāt indifferent to Adam ā I cared about him, just not in that way.
Maybe someday Iād figure out how to change that.
Sydney and I hung out for a while, but she didnāt stay for dinner ā she was meeting Anthony down in Cottonwood after he got off work. āYou and Adam could come down,ā she suggested, as we stopped in the foyer. From the family room came the faint sound of the TV as the afternoonās bodyguards watched a football game, but Iād gotten so used to the background noise that I hardly paid it any attention anymore. āThe four of us could go out to eat together.ā
I shook my head. āMaybe some other time. Iām not really feeling the whole āgoing out on the townā thing.ā
She made an exasperated noise. āHaving dinner at Nicās isnāt exactly going out on the town. Besides, maybe youād feel moreā¦normalā¦about things if you two did some regular stuff together.ā
She did have a point there, but I still wasnāt that interested. For one thing, I was in a sloppy sweater and ratty jeans, and Iād have to change and put on some makeup. It seemed like too much of an effort. Anyway, there would be plenty of time later for all of us to do the whole double-date thing.
I told her as much, and she shrugged. āHave it your way. Just donāt go into hibernation, okay? I know you have your reasons for doing what youāre doing, but donāt hide out just because youāre going to be with Adam.ā
āI wonāt.ā
āI mean it.ā
āI swear,ā I said.
For a second or two she didnāt say anything. Then, out of nowhere, she reached over and gave me a quick hug. We were never that demonstrative with one another, so I blinked in surprise, wondering what had brought that on.
āItās going to be okay,ā she told me, then squeezed my hand a final time before letting herself out the front door.
I hoped she was right. But I didnāt have time to think about it for much more, since when I turned around I saw Maisie standing in front of me. I gave a little gasp. This was the first time Iād seen her anyplace except wandering around Hull Avenue. I could never be sure whether this was because she couldnāt leave her usual haunts, so to speak, or whether she simply preferred to stay someplace she was familiar with.
āHi, Maisie,ā I said cautiously, keeping my voice downā¦not that the bodyguards probably could have heard anything over the sound of the football game they were watching.
She didnāt reply at once, but moved in her soundless way into the living room. Once there, she looked around, as if absorbing the decor. I had no idea whether sheād ever visited the place while Great-Aunt Ruby was aliveā¦or the prima before her, for that matter.
I followed Maisie and stopped in front of the fireplace, which was dark at the moment; Sydney had said she didnāt want a fire while we hung out, so Iād left it alone. āUmā¦did you want something?ā I asked.
Maisie halted her inspection of the room. āIt looks better than I thought it would.ā
āGee, thanks.ā
Either she didnāt hear the sarcasm in my voice, or she chose to ignore it. āIāve heard youāre getting hitched to someone who isnāt your consort.ā
āAnd youāre here to tell me not to?ā
āāCourse not.ā She shook her head, and the curls gathered up at the back of her head danced with the movement. āHe seems like a nice young gentleman. Sorta reminds me of my Seth.ā
āSeth?ā I asked. This was the first time sheād ever mentioned anyone in particular. Considering her previous occupation, Iād sort of assumed she didnāt have anyone.
Her expression grew wistful. āSeth Carlson. He was a miner ā came here from somewhere east, Minnesota or Michigan or one of those places. He was saving up his money, wanted to buy a ranch over Prescott way. Wanted to marry me. But then this happened.ā She gestured toward herself, and for a few seconds I thought I saw livid black bruises appear on her neck before they disappeared again. āAnyway, your Adam calls Seth to mind, for some reason.ā
āSo thatās the general consensus ofā¦everyone?ā I asked. By āeveryoneā I meant the dearly departed population of Jerome. To be honest, up until this moment I hadnāt really stopped to think what their input might be. They coexisted with us witches, but aside from me, there wasnāt a lot of interaction. The ghosts were not clan members. McAllisters generally seemed happy enough to move on to the next plane with a minimum of fuss, from what I could tell.
āMore or less.ā A shadow seemed to pass over her face, and she seemed to go slightly transparent before she gathered herself again. āThereās somethingā¦something we canāt see, canāt feel. Itās not one of us. Itās always at the edge of our vision. But something about it doesnāt seem right.ā
āLikeā¦ā I swallowed. āLike when that apparition showed up in my auntās store?ā
A small lift of her shoulders under the white pintucked blouse, so prim and proper, so opposite what sheād been when she lived here in Jerome. āSort of. Not exactly the sameā¦but still cold. It feels like itās watching.ā She shivered, as if recalling a chill she shouldnāt be able to feel at all.
I was cold as well. Time for that fire. I made a small flick of my fingers, and the logs crackled to life, bringing some much-needed warmth to the room. Somehow that wasnāt enough to dispel the ice that seemed to be running through my veins.
āWhat should I do?ā I asked. The words came out in barely a whisper.
She took a step toward me and raised her hand, as if she wanted to pat my shoulder in comfort and then realized that would do no good at all, that her fingers would only move through my body as if it werenāt there. Yes, she looked solid, but she was no more corporeal than a drift of river mist.
āWhat you are doing,ā she replied, sounding a little too cheery. I didnāt know who she was trying to convinceā¦me, or herself. āYou have your own watchers, and thatās good. And you have Adam. Thatās good, too. Heāll help to keep you safe.ā
She seemed certain of that. I could only hope she was right.
Three days later, and only four days to go until my birthday. I could feel time running down, just as the year ebbed to the darkest night, the solstice. In the past Iād always sort of enjoyed having my birthday on that day, of feeling the power of the day Iād come into this world combining with that pivot point when the world shifted back toward the light. Now, though, I could only think that it was an unfortunate combination. It was on the solstice when some of the darkest magic was cast. If I were still vulnerable on that nightā¦.
You wonāt be, I told myself. Because Adam and you will beā¦togetherā¦just a few hours before. Well, unless this one works out.
Talk about your Hail Mary passes. Things were still delicate and uncertain between Aunt Rachel and me, but sheād called late on Saturday afternoon to say she had another candidate for me and that he was coming over on Sunday. It hadnāt been phrased as a question, and I hadnāt bothered to argue. None of the other candidates had worked out, and I had no reason to think this one would be any different. But I figured I might as well humor her.
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