Dime Store Magic
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"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.
Chapter 27
The Arrival
"YOU'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?"
I pulled myself upright. Looked around. Looked at Savannah. Was I dreaming? The last time we'd spoken, she'd stormed off to her room. Now she was rifling through my closet, chattering away as if nothing had happened.
"He says he's making an omelet. But I'm not so sure. Doesn't look like any omelet I've ever seen. Are you getting up today? It's nearly eight-thirty." She whirled around, held my green cashmere sweater up to her chest, and grinned. "Whaddaya think? This winter, maybe?"
"Who else are you going to fit in there with you?"
"You know, you're not supposed to talk like that in front of me. Young women are very susceptible to negative body image perceptions. I read that last month in Seventeen. You're not fat. Not by a long shot. At least you've got boobs." She turned to the mirror, pulled her T-shirt tight against her nearly flat chest, and frowned. "You think maybe I'm a late bloomer? Or is this it?"
Was this the same girl who'd caused a riot on my front lawn? Who'd then vowed that she didn't care who'd been hurt? I'd told Cortez that I needed to understand her. How? One minute she was making strangers attack one another, the next she was a normal thirteen-year-old girl, worried about clothes and breast size.
"-time we go shopping, I want new bras and panties. Stuff like yours. Lace and satin and colors. Real lingerie, not that white cotton stuff. I'm starting high school next year, don't forget. I'll have to change for gym with other girls. Even if I don't have boobs, I can't be looking like a little kid."
"Savannah," Cortez said from the hall. "I asked you not-"
He stopped, seeing me sitting up in bed in my chemise. He quickly stepped back, out of view.
"My apologies. Savannah, I asked you not to bother Paige. She needs her sleep. You were supposed to be doing homework, remember?"
"Oh, please. I'm in danger of being handed over to a psycho half-demon and brainwashed into slavery for supernatural mobsters. You think anyone cares whether I know how to conjugate verbs?"
"Go conjugate, Savannah," I said. "Please."
"And close Paige's door so she can rest."
Savannah sighed and flounced out of my room, swinging the door half closed behind her. I collapsed back onto my bed and considered staying a while but I knew, if I did, I might never get up again. Time to face the day whatever it might bring.
When I walked into the kitchen, Cortez was at the stove, his back to me.
"Savannah has vetoed my omelet, but I assure you it's quite edible. If you prefer, I can probably manage toast."
"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.
Chapter 27
The Arrival
"YOU'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?"
I pulled myself upright. Looked around. Looked at Savannah. Was I dreaming? The last time we'd spoken, she'd stormed off to her room. Now she was rifling through my closet, chattering away as if nothing had happened.
"He says he's making an omelet. But I'm not so sure. Doesn't look like any omelet I've ever seen. Are you getting up today? It's nearly eight-thirty." She whirled around, held my green cashmere sweater up to her chest, and grinned. "Whaddaya think? This winter, maybe?"
"Who else are you going to fit in there with you?"
"You know, you're not supposed to talk like that in front of me. Young women are very susceptible to negative body image perceptions. I read that last month in Seventeen. You're not fat. Not by a long shot. At least you've got boobs." She turned to the mirror, pulled her T-shirt tight against her nearly flat chest, and frowned. "You think maybe I'm a late bloomer? Or is this it?"
Was this the same girl who'd caused a riot on my front lawn? Who'd then vowed that she didn't care who'd been hurt? I'd told Cortez that I needed to understand her. How? One minute she was making strangers attack one another, the next she was a normal thirteen-year-old girl, worried about clothes and breast size.
"-time we go shopping, I want new bras and panties. Stuff like yours. Lace and satin and colors. Real lingerie, not that white cotton stuff. I'm starting high school next year, don't forget. I'll have to change for gym with other girls. Even if I don't have boobs, I can't be looking like a little kid."
"Savannah," Cortez said from the hall. "I asked you not-"
He stopped, seeing me sitting up in bed in my chemise. He quickly stepped back, out of view.
"My apologies. Savannah, I asked you not to bother Paige. She needs her sleep. You were supposed to be doing homework, remember?"
"Oh, please. I'm in danger of being handed over to a psycho half-demon and brainwashed into slavery for supernatural mobsters. You think anyone cares whether I know how to conjugate verbs?"
"Go conjugate, Savannah," I said. "Please."
"And close Paige's door so she can rest."
Savannah sighed and flounced out of my room, swinging the door half closed behind her. I collapsed back onto my bed and considered staying a while but I knew, if I did, I might never get up again. Time to face the day whatever it might bring.
When I walked into the kitchen, Cortez was at the stove, his back to me.
"Savannah has vetoed my omelet, but I assure you it's quite edible. If you prefer, I can probably manage toast."
