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"Bleeding? Where? What happened?"
"You know. My period. My first period. It's here."
She lunged into my arms, hugged me and kissed my cheek. The first spontaneous display of affection she'd ever shown, and I could only stand there like an idiot, thinking "Well, that explains a lot."
"Your you got your period?"
"Yes! Isn't that great?" She whirled around and punched the air. "Watch out, Leah. I'm-" She stopped, seeing Dare and her partner standing in the hallway. "Who the hell are you?"
Chapter 28
At Last, A Plan
GETTING RID OF THE SOCIAL WORKERS PROVED REMARKABLY EASY. After that display, they couldn't wait to run back to their office and file their report. I tried to get them to stay and conduct the complete interview-now that Savannah was soaring high and eager to please-but they were having none of it.
Within minutes, they were gone. Cortez had done nothing to help me persuade them to stay. The moment they'd left, he ushered us into the living room, waved us onto the sofa, and began to pace. Cortez pacing. Not a good sign.
"You're quite certain?" he asked Savannah.
"About Paige being a good guardian? Sure. That's why I said so, but I don't think they were listening. I told the blond girl that I wanted to keep living here, but she jumped back like I had mono or something."
"I'm not referring to your statement," Cortez said. "Your menses. You're certain it's arrived?"
"Duh, yes. Girls don't start bleeding down there for no reason."
"It makes sense," I said. "She hasn't been feeling well, probably cramps. Plus the mood swings."
"What mood swings?" Savannah said.
"Never mind, hon. You're fine. I'm very happy for you. We both are."
Cortez didn't look happy. He looked agitated. Not a powerful description when applied to most people, but in Cortez, it was the equivalent of a breakdown.
"Do you know about the ceremony?" he asked.
"I was going to talk to Paige about it," she said. "And how do you know about the ceremony, sorcerer?"
She said it with a smile, but he waved the question away and turned to me.
"Yes," I said. "I know about the first menses ceremony."
"Do you know about the variations?" he asked.
"Variations?"
"I take that as a no."
He paced to the window and back. Then he stopped, ran his hand through his hair, adjusted his glasses, and collected himself. Before continuing, he settled into the armchair across from us.
"I mentioned before that the Nast Cabal's interest in Savannah is largely contingent upon capturing her at such a young age. That is not without reason. Good reason. If a witch istaken before she begins to menstruate, she's much easier to turn."
"Brainwash," I said.
"Recruit, persuade, brainwash, call it what you will. A witch who has not reached puberty is the ideal candidate. That in itself is not surprising, as anyone with any knowledge of youth psychology can tell you it's a very vulnerable age."
Savannah snorted.
Cortez continued, "However, in the case of a witch, it's more than that. By varying the menses ceremony, it's possible to secure the loyalty of a witch."
"You mean enslave her."
"No, no. Altering the ceremony can impose certain limitations on a witch's powers, which can then be used to persuade her to remain with the Cabal. It's difficult to explain. There are nuances and implications I don't fully comprehend. The crux of it is this: Alter the ceremony and you have the ideal recruit. Allow the ceremony to proceed unchanged and you might as well forget the whole thing."
"So if we can get through the ceremony, they won't want Savannah? Nothin' wrong with that, Counselor."
"Except for two small considerations. First, if they discover Savannah has reached her menses, they'll do everything in their power to get her before the eighth night."
"How would they know that?" she asked.
"Shamans," I said. "They have shamans, don't they?"
Cortez nodded. "The Cabals have everything."
"A shaman can diagnose illness. A shaman would know whether she'd matured to the point of first menses yet. All a shaman has to do is touch you, Savannah. Jostling you in a crowd would be enough. They must have had one check you out before they started all this."
"Are you saying I need to stay indoors for a week? You're kidding, right? I have graduation next week, you know. If the school still lets me graduate after all this."
"They will," Cortez said. "I'll make certain of it. Our most pressing concern, however, is preventing the Nast Cabal from learning of your good news. Paige, is the house protected against astral projection?"
"Always," I said.
"Then there's the second consideration. Once Savannah has completed the unaltered ceremony, they won't want her. However, given the reputation of her mother and the problems she caused the Cabals, the Nasts won't simply walk away. If they can't have Savannah, they'll make sure no one else can."
"You mean they'll kill me," she said.
"She doesn't need to hear this," I said.
"I think she does, Paige."
"Well, I disagree. Savannah, go to your room, please."
"He's right, Paige," she said quietly. "I need to hear this."