"You"ve seen Rebecca?" Sarah said carefully, her face white.
"In La Pierre. When Satu tried to frighten me into cooperating with her." I paused. "Daddy, too."
"Was she . . . were they happy?" Sarah had to choke out the words. My grandmother was standing behind her, watching with concern.
"They were together," I said simply, looking out the window to see if Matthew was headed back to the house.
"And they were with you," Em said firmly, her eyes full. "That means they were more than happy."
My aunt opened her mouth to say something, thought better of it, and closed it again.
"What, Sarah?" I said, putting a hand on her arm.
"Did Rebecca speak to you?" Her voice was hushed.
"She told me stories. The same stories she told me when I was a little girl-about witches and princes and a fairy G.o.dmother. Even though she and Daddy spellbound me, Mom tried to find a way to make me remember my magic. But I wanted to forget."
"That last summer, before your mom and dad went to Africa, Rebecca asked me what made the most lasting impression on children. I told her it was the stories their parents read to them at night, and all the messages about hope and strength and love that were embedded in them." Em"s eyes were spilling over now, and she dashed her tears away.
"You were right," I said softly.
Though the three witches had made amends, when Matthew came into the kitchen, his arms laden with wood, Sarah pounced on him.
"Don"t ever ask me to ignore Diana"s cries for help, and don"t you ever threaten her again-no matter what the reason. If you do, I"ll put a spell on you that will make you wish you"d never been reborn. Got that, vampire?"
"Of course, Sarah," Matthew murmured blandly, in perfect imitation of Ysabeau.
We ate dinner at the table in the family room. Matthew and Sarah were in an uneasy state of detente, but open warfare threatened when my aunt saw that there wasn"t a sc.r.a.p of meat in sight.
"You"re smoking like a chimney," Em said patiently when Sarah grumbled about the lack of "real" food. "Your arteries will thank me."
"You didn"t do it for me," Sarah said, shooting Matthew an accusatory glance. "You did it so he wouldn"t feel the urge to bite Diana."
Matthew smiled mildly and pulled the cork from a bottle he"d brought in from the Range Rover. "Wine, Sarah?"
She eyed the bottle suspiciously. "Is that imported?"
"It"s French," he said, pouring the deep red liquid into her water tumbler.
"I don"t like the French."
"Don"t believe everything you read. We"re much nicer than we"re made out to be," he said, teasing her into a grudging smile. "Trust me, we"ll grow on you." As if to prove it, Tabitha jumped onto his shoulder from the floor and sat there like a parrot for the rest of the meal.
Matthew drank his wine and chatted about the house, asking Sarah and Em about the state of the farm and the place"s history. I was left with little to do but watch them-these three creatures I loved so much-and wolf down large quant.i.ties of chili and cornbread.
When at last we went up to bed, I slipped between the sheets naked, desperate to feel Matthew"s cool body against mine. He joined me, drawing me toward his bare flesh.
"You"re warm," he said, snuggling more tightly against me.
"Mmm. You smell good," I said, my nose pressed against his chest. The key turned itself in the lock. It had been there when I woke up that afternoon. "Was the key in the bureau?"
"The house had it." His laughter rumbled underneath me. "It shot out of the floorboards next to the bed at an angle, hit the wall over the light switch, and slid down. When I didn"t pick it up straightaway, it flew across the room and landed in my lap."
I laughed while his fingers drifted around my waist. He studiously avoided Satu"s marks.
"You have your battle scars," I said, hoping to soothe him. "Now I have mine."
His lips found mine unerringly in the darkness. One hand moved to the small of my back, covering the crescent moon. The other traveled between my shoulder blades, blotting out the star. No magic was necessary to understand his pain and regret. It was everywhere evident-in his gentle touch, the words he murmured in the darkness, and his body that was so solid next to mine. Gradually he let go of the worst of his fear and anger. We touched with mouths and fingers, our initial urgency slowing to prolong the joy of reunion.
Stars burst into life at the peak of my pleasure, and a few still hung beneath the ceiling, sparkling and sputtering out the remainder of their brief lives while we lay in each other"s arms and waited for the morning to find us.
Chapter 34.
Matthew planted a kiss on my shoulder before the sun rose, and then he slipped downstairs. My muscles were tight in an uncustomary combination of stiffness and languor. At last I dragged myself out of bed and went looking for him.
I found Sarah and Em instead. They were standing by the back window, each clutching a steaming cup of coffee. Glancing over their shoulders, I went to fill the kettle. Matthew could wait-tea could not.
"What are you looking at?" I expected them to name some rare bird.
"Matthew."
I backed up a few steps.
"He"s been out there for hours. I don"t think he"s moved a muscle. A raven flew by. I believe she plans to perch on him," Sarah continued, taking a sip of her coffee.
Matthew was standing with his feet rooted in the earth and his arms stretched out to the sides at shoulder level, index fingers and thumbs gently touching. In his gray T-shirt and black yoga pants, he did look like an unusually well-dressed, robust scarecrow.
"Should we be worried about him? He"s got nothing on his feet." Em stared at Matthew over the edge of her coffee cup. "He must be freezing."
"Vampires burn, Em. They don"t freeze. He"ll come in when he"s ready."
After filling the kettle, I made tea and stood with my aunts, silently watching Matthew. On my second cup, he finally lowered his arms and folded over at the waist. Sarah and Em moved hastily away from the window.
"He knows we"ve been watching him. He"s a vampire, remember?" I laughed and pushed Sarah"s boots on over my wool socks and a frayed pair of leggings and clomped outside.
"Thank you for being so patient," Matthew said after he"d gathered me into his arms and soundly kissed me good morning.
I was still clutching my mug, which had been in danger of spilling tea down his back. "Meditation is the only rest you get. I"m not about to disturb it. How long have you been out here?"
"Since dawn. I needed time to think."
"The house does that to people. There are too many voices, too much going on." It was chilly, and I snuggled inside my sweatshirt with the faded maroon bobcat on the back.
Matthew touched the dark circles under my eyes. "You"re still exhausted. Some meditation wouldn"t do you any harm either, you know."
My sleep had been fitful, full of dreams, s.n.a.t.c.hes of alchemical poetry, and mumbled tirades directed at Satu. Even my grandmother had been worried. She"d been leaning against the chest of drawers with a watchful expression while Matthew soothed me back to sleep.
"I was strictly forbidden to do anything resembling yoga for a week."
"And you obey your aunt when she sets down these rules?" Matthew"s eyebrow made a question mark.
"Not usually." I laughed, grabbing him by the sleeve to pull him back inside.
Matthew had my tea out of my hands and was lifting me out of Sarah"s boots in an instant. He arranged my body and stood behind me. "Are your eyes closed?"
"Now they are," I said, closing my eyes and digging my toes through my socks into the cold earth. Thoughts chased around in my mind like playful kittens.
"You"re thinking," Matthew said impatiently. "Just breathe."
My mind and breath settled. Matthew came around and lifted my arms, pressing my thumbs to the tips of my ring fingers and pinkies.
"Now I look like a scarecrow, too," I said. "What am I doing with my hands?"
"Prana mudra," Matthew explained. "It encourages the life force and is good for healing."
As I stood with arms outstretched and palms facing the sky, the silence and peace worked their way through my battered body. After about five minutes, the tightness between my eyes lifted and my mind"s eye opened. There was a corresponding, subtle change inside me-an ebb and flow like water lapping on the sh.o.r.e. With each breath I took, a drop of cold, fresh water formed in my palm. My mind remained resolutely blank, unconcerned that I might be engulfed in witchwater even as the level of water in my hands slowly rose.
My mind"s eye brightened, focusing on my surroundings. When it did, I saw the fields around the house as never before. Water ran beneath the ground"s surface in deep blue veins. The roots of the apple trees extended into them, and finer webs of water shimmered in the leaves as they rustled in the morning breeze. Underneath my feet the water flowed toward me, trying to understand my connection to its power.
Calmly I breathed in and out. The water level in my palms rose and fell in response to the changing tides within and underneath me. When I could control the water no longer, the mudras broke open, water cascading from my flattened palms. I was left standing in the middle of the backyard, eyes open and arms outstretched, a small puddle on the ground under each hand.
My vampire stood twelve feet away from me with a proud look on his face, his arms crossed. My aunts were on the back porch, astonished.
"That was impressive," Matthew murmured, bending to pick up the stone-cold mug of tea. "You"re going to be as good at this as you are at your research, you know. Magic"s not just emotional and mental-it"s physical, too."
"Have you coached witches before?" I slid back into Sarah"s boots, my stomach rumbling loudly.
"No. You"re my one and only." Matthew laughed. "And yes, I know you"re hungry. We"ll talk more about this after breakfast." He held out his hand, and we walked together toward the house.
"You can make a lot of money water witching, you know," Sarah called as we approached. "Everyone in town needs a new well, and old Harry was buried with his dowsing rod when he died last year."
"I don"t need a dowsing rod-I am am a dowsing rod. And if you"re thinking of digging, do it there." I pointed to a cl.u.s.ter of apple trees that looked less scraggy than the rest. a dowsing rod. And if you"re thinking of digging, do it there." I pointed to a cl.u.s.ter of apple trees that looked less scraggy than the rest.
Inside, Matthew boiled fresh water for my tea before turning his attention to the Syracuse Post-Standard Syracuse Post-Standard. It could not compete with Le Monde, Le Monde, but he seemed content. With my vampire occupied, I ate slice after slice of bread hot from the toaster. Em and Sarah refilled their coffee cups and looked warily at my hands every time I got near the electrical appliances. but he seemed content. With my vampire occupied, I ate slice after slice of bread hot from the toaster. Em and Sarah refilled their coffee cups and looked warily at my hands every time I got near the electrical appliances.
"This is going to be a three-pot morning," Sarah announced, dumping the used grounds out of the coffeemaker. I looked at Em in alarm.
It"s mostly decaf, she said without speaking, her lips pressed together in silent mirth. she said without speaking, her lips pressed together in silent mirth. I"ve been adulterating it for years. I"ve been adulterating it for years. Like text messaging, silent speech was useful if you wanted to have a private discussion in this house. Like text messaging, silent speech was useful if you wanted to have a private discussion in this house.
Smiling broadly, I returned my attention to the toaster. I sc.r.a.ped the last of the b.u.t.ter onto my toast and wondered idly if there was more.
A plastic tub appeared at my elbow.
I turned to thank Em, but she was on the other side of the kitchen. So was Sarah. Matthew looked up from his paper and stared at the refrigerator.
The door was open, and the jams and mustards were rearranging themselves on the top shelf. When they were in place, the door quietly closed.
"Was that the house?" Matthew asked casually.
"No," Sarah replied, looking at me with interest. "That was Diana."
"What happened?" I gasped, looking at the b.u.t.ter.
"You tell us," Sarah said crisply. "You were fiddling with your ninth piece of toast when the refrigerator opened and the b.u.t.ter sailed out."
"All I did was wonder if there was more." I picked up the empty container.
Em clapped her hands with delight at my newest sign of power, and Sarah insisted that I try to get something else out of the refrigerator. No matter what I called, it refused to come.
"Try the cabinets," Em suggested. "The doors aren"t as heavy."
Matthew had been watching the activity with interest. "You just wondered about the b.u.t.ter because you needed it?"
I nodded.
"And when you flew yesterday, did you command the air to cooperate?"
"I thought "Fly," and I flew. I needed to do it more than I needed the b.u.t.ter, though-you were about to kill me. Again."
"Diana flew?" Sarah asked faintly.
"Is there anything you need now?" inquired Matthew.
"To sit down." My knees felt a little shaky.
A kitchen stool traveled across the floor and parked obligingly beneath my backside.
Matthew smiled with satisfaction and picked up the paper. "It"s just as I thought," he murmured, returning to the headlines.
Sarah tore the paper from his hands. "Stop grinning like the Cheshire cat. What did you think?"
At the mention of another member of her species, Tabitha strutted into the house through the cat door. With a look of complete devotion, she dropped a tiny, dead field mouse at Matthew"s feet.
"Merci, ma pet.i.te," Matthew said gravely. "Unfortunately, I am not hungry at present."
Tabitha yowled in frustration and hauled her offering off to the corner, where she punished it by batting it between her paws for failing to please Matthew.
Undeterred, Sarah repeated her question. "What do you think?"
"The spells that Rebecca and Stephen cast ensure that n.o.body can force the magic from Diana. Her magic is bound up in necessity. Very clever." He smoothed out his rumpled paper and resumed reading.
"Clever and impossible," Sarah grumbled.