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Once Sandford passed around glasses of claret, Nast settled back in his chair.
"You asked earlier how we knew about Savannah's menses. I thought you should know the truth, though dinner hardly seemed an appropriate time to discuss it." He sipped his drink, taking his time before continuing. "I'll be blunt, Paige. Victoria Alden told us."
The glass almost fell from my hand.
"I realize you won't believe me," he continued. "Let me offer proof that I've been speaking to Miss Alden. As for the ceremony, the Coven disapproved of it, but your mother did it for you. Miss Alden believes you borrowed Margaret Levine's car Tuesday night, not to get the tea ingredients, as you told Margaret, but to get the required ceremonial materials."
I leaped to my feet. "What did you do to Victoria?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"You said Victoria told you. You forced her to talk, didn't you? What-"
Sandford's laugh cut me short.
Nast smiled. "Touching, isn't it? How she jumps to the defense of her Coven sister, even after that very person has exiled her from the Coven? We didn't hurt Victoria, Paige. We never even contacted her. She called us."
"No. She wouldn't do that."
"Oh, but she did. She got Gabe's number from Mr. Cary's office, then called and offered us a deal. Information for protection. She'd tell us crucial details about Savannah if we'd promise to take my daughter and leave town."
"No! She'd never-!"
"You don't believe me?" Nast lifted a cell phone from the table by his arm. "Call her yourself."
I made no move to take the phone.
"No? Allow me, then."
He dialed the number, lifted the phone to his ear and said a few words, then passed it to me. I snatched the phone from his hand.
"Tell me he's lying," I said.
"He isn't," Victoria said. "I have the Coven's interests to consider, Paige. I will not-"
"You-Do you have any idea what you've done?"
"I've given Savannah to her father."
"No, you've given her to a-"
"A Cabal. Yes, I realize that. I know all about them, despite what I said the other day. Savannah is the daughter of a sorcerer and a black witch. She deserves to be where she's going. Evil begets evil."
"No!" I shouted, flinging the phone into the fireplace.
"Hear that crash, Gabe?" Nast said. "It's the sound of illusions shattering." He looked at me. "I thought you should know, so you're fully aware of the situation. You may leave now."
Without even waiting for me to go, he turned back to Sandford and resumed their conversation. I stormed from the room.
Chapter 44
Comprehensive Insurance Policy
SAVANNAH WAS ASLEEP WHEN I RETURNED TO OUR BEDROOM. Olivia left with only a murmured good-bye, perhaps realizing I was too stunned to hear her, much less respond.
How could the Elders have betrayed us? Banishing me from the Coven I could understand-barely-but this, this was beyond fathoming. They'd sold Savannah for their own peace of mind. How could their own security be worth so great a price?
No matter how much I railed against the Elders, I believed them to be good women. They'd spent their lives fighting the temptation of evil and rooting it out of their Coven. Yes, they went too far, placed too many restrictions on us, robbed us of our potential. Yet I never doubted that their intentions were good.
Here, though, I was faced with something I could not deny-that they had acted in a way that made them no better than the Cabals, perhaps even worse. In chasing so relentlessly after morality, the Elders had become the very thing they'd fought so hard against: evil. I blanched at the word, instinctively feeling the need to justify, to moderate. Yet there it was. What else could you call their betrayal but an act of unforgivable evil?
Perhaps now more than ever I wanted to save the Coven. If I did, though, I'd never forget this lesson.
We had a late breakfast with Nast, who was heading back into Boston for business that day, but promised to return before dinner. After breakfast, we spent an hour in our room-Nast having not yet given us free run of the house. At eleven, Greta and her mother came to give Savannah her surprise.
"What is it?" Savannah asked as we trooped downstairs.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" Greta said.
"We'll tell you this much," Olivia said. "It's for your ceremony. Only five more days."
"But I thought-" Savannah glanced at me. "Kristof said Paige could do the ceremony."
"Oh, yes, Paige will be conducting it. We'll have to use our own material, though. All Paige's things were lost in the fire. A shame, really. I warned-mentioned to Mr. Nast that he might want to rescue the magical items first, but he didn't see the need."
"You'll get all new tools anyway, Savannah," Greta said. "Better, too. Also better materials for your ceremony. Do you know whose grave we got the dirt from? Abby Borden, Lizzie Borden's stepmother. She was killed near here, you know."
"Really?"
"Really. Now there's someone who was definitely murdered."
"When did you gather it?" I asked. "It has to be on the first night of her menses."
"Oh, that's an old wives'-or old witches'-tale," Olivia said. "That's one thing you'll learn, Savannah. A lot of what you've heard is nonsense. Gathering items on certain days, performing rituals at specific times-"
"You asked earlier how we knew about Savannah's menses. I thought you should know the truth, though dinner hardly seemed an appropriate time to discuss it." He sipped his drink, taking his time before continuing. "I'll be blunt, Paige. Victoria Alden told us."
The glass almost fell from my hand.
"I realize you won't believe me," he continued. "Let me offer proof that I've been speaking to Miss Alden. As for the ceremony, the Coven disapproved of it, but your mother did it for you. Miss Alden believes you borrowed Margaret Levine's car Tuesday night, not to get the tea ingredients, as you told Margaret, but to get the required ceremonial materials."
I leaped to my feet. "What did you do to Victoria?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"You said Victoria told you. You forced her to talk, didn't you? What-"
Sandford's laugh cut me short.
Nast smiled. "Touching, isn't it? How she jumps to the defense of her Coven sister, even after that very person has exiled her from the Coven? We didn't hurt Victoria, Paige. We never even contacted her. She called us."
"No. She wouldn't do that."
"Oh, but she did. She got Gabe's number from Mr. Cary's office, then called and offered us a deal. Information for protection. She'd tell us crucial details about Savannah if we'd promise to take my daughter and leave town."
"No! She'd never-!"
"You don't believe me?" Nast lifted a cell phone from the table by his arm. "Call her yourself."
I made no move to take the phone.
"No? Allow me, then."
He dialed the number, lifted the phone to his ear and said a few words, then passed it to me. I snatched the phone from his hand.
"Tell me he's lying," I said.
"He isn't," Victoria said. "I have the Coven's interests to consider, Paige. I will not-"
"You-Do you have any idea what you've done?"
"I've given Savannah to her father."
"No, you've given her to a-"
"A Cabal. Yes, I realize that. I know all about them, despite what I said the other day. Savannah is the daughter of a sorcerer and a black witch. She deserves to be where she's going. Evil begets evil."
"No!" I shouted, flinging the phone into the fireplace.
"Hear that crash, Gabe?" Nast said. "It's the sound of illusions shattering." He looked at me. "I thought you should know, so you're fully aware of the situation. You may leave now."
Without even waiting for me to go, he turned back to Sandford and resumed their conversation. I stormed from the room.
Chapter 44
Comprehensive Insurance Policy
SAVANNAH WAS ASLEEP WHEN I RETURNED TO OUR BEDROOM. Olivia left with only a murmured good-bye, perhaps realizing I was too stunned to hear her, much less respond.
How could the Elders have betrayed us? Banishing me from the Coven I could understand-barely-but this, this was beyond fathoming. They'd sold Savannah for their own peace of mind. How could their own security be worth so great a price?
No matter how much I railed against the Elders, I believed them to be good women. They'd spent their lives fighting the temptation of evil and rooting it out of their Coven. Yes, they went too far, placed too many restrictions on us, robbed us of our potential. Yet I never doubted that their intentions were good.
Here, though, I was faced with something I could not deny-that they had acted in a way that made them no better than the Cabals, perhaps even worse. In chasing so relentlessly after morality, the Elders had become the very thing they'd fought so hard against: evil. I blanched at the word, instinctively feeling the need to justify, to moderate. Yet there it was. What else could you call their betrayal but an act of unforgivable evil?
Perhaps now more than ever I wanted to save the Coven. If I did, though, I'd never forget this lesson.
We had a late breakfast with Nast, who was heading back into Boston for business that day, but promised to return before dinner. After breakfast, we spent an hour in our room-Nast having not yet given us free run of the house. At eleven, Greta and her mother came to give Savannah her surprise.
"What is it?" Savannah asked as we trooped downstairs.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" Greta said.
"We'll tell you this much," Olivia said. "It's for your ceremony. Only five more days."
"But I thought-" Savannah glanced at me. "Kristof said Paige could do the ceremony."
"Oh, yes, Paige will be conducting it. We'll have to use our own material, though. All Paige's things were lost in the fire. A shame, really. I warned-mentioned to Mr. Nast that he might want to rescue the magical items first, but he didn't see the need."
"You'll get all new tools anyway, Savannah," Greta said. "Better, too. Also better materials for your ceremony. Do you know whose grave we got the dirt from? Abby Borden, Lizzie Borden's stepmother. She was killed near here, you know."
"Really?"
"Really. Now there's someone who was definitely murdered."
"When did you gather it?" I asked. "It has to be on the first night of her menses."
"Oh, that's an old wives'-or old witches'-tale," Olivia said. "That's one thing you'll learn, Savannah. A lot of what you've heard is nonsense. Gathering items on certain days, performing rituals at specific times-"
