"She"s bewitched you," Carrie sneered. "She"s used her black magic to twist your thoughts."
Trev had never before experienced fury like that which rose up in him now, but that didn"t stop him from embracing it and using it to his advantage.
He tapped into that internal storm and brought up power that sent the nearby trees swaying, the branches touching the ground even though there was no wind, and the air temperature dropping an additional twenty degrees.
"Why is it no one sees the darkness in your heart, Carrie?" he asked in a low voice that throbbed with that same energy. "You"re so eager to blame others for your problems without looking inside. If you"re that anxious to besmirch a woman"s good name, you"ll have to do it without me." He turned away, but Reed made a mistake and muttered a curse as he grabbed his shoulder. Trev spun back around and without lifting a finger flung the man onto the ground. "This is none of your affair, Palmer," Trev growled.
Carrie still hung on to her son so tightly he whined he couldn"t breathe and struggled to get down. "You can"t just drop my case. You have to see it through."
"You"re in my playground now, Carrie." Trev pointed his forefinger at her, but he made sure not a lick of power was released, although it would happen if need be. "You know nothing about wizard"s law. Nothing of how we conduct ourselves. No matter how much research you claim to have done about us, you know a bare fraction of how we work. When a client is deliberately harming their opponent, the attorney can make the choice to drop the case and no other attorney will take it on. We do not allow anyone, even our own kind, to harm others. You"re out for vengeance, not justice."
"I want her to pay for driving my husband away!" This time she allowed her son to slide down her body. He ran off to the yard, where one of the women caught him up in her arms and carried him into the house. The others stood by watching the drama unfolding before them.
Trev advanced on her. "Do you really want someone to pay for your husband leaving you for another woman?" he asked fiercely. "Then why not the woman he"s living with now? The woman he intends to marry once your divorce is final. Why didn"t you go after her? Many would consider her the reason behind the death of your marriage, not Stasi." He intentionally ignored the fact that Stasi had tampered with the sachet she"d tucked into Carrie"s purchase that day. He now knew that Stasi wasn"t looking to drive a wedge in Carrie"s marriage. She only wanted what was right. And it was right for Kevin Anderson to leave his wife for a woman who truly cared for him.
Carrie kept a wary eye on his pointing finger and remained a safe distance away, as if she thought he might harm her. He laughed and let her think it. Of course he could easily take them all down if necessary.
The temptation was there, but he refused to give in to it. He wouldn"t lower himself to their level.
"You saw the sachet she put in my bag. You said it wasn"t like the others I had."
Trev stared at her and saw the steely determination on her face, the malice in her eyes that turned her features ugly because of the hate that had built up inside her. She wasn"t going to back down. She"d put too much energy into besmirching Stasi"s name, and she wouldn"t retreat when she felt she was winning.
"You"re not telling the whole story, counselor." Reed raised his voice so the others would hear. "Sometimes it isn"t just magic that bewitches a man, but the woman herself. You can"t deny you"ve been f.u.c.king her, can you?"
This time Trev did release enough power to push the other man back a few steps. "Perhaps you should worry about baking your breads, cakes, m.u.f.fins, and cookies, baker."
"This is my home. Like the others, I don"t want to see chaos here." Reed moved back to stand with Carrie, and others gathered from the yard to make a protective group behind her. "For some reason Stasi and Blair have started creating turmoil. All you have to do is look around. We have no power other than our fireplaces and gas stoves. The roads are blocked so no one can get in or out and the snow keeps on falling. We can"t allow this to happen. Even you would have to agree they should pay for their crimes."
"And what crimes are those, Palmer?" Trev shot back. "That they love this town? That they"ve helped so many of you over the years? Who"s been there when you"ve needed help with a sick child? Or caring for an elderly relative when you needed a break? When the town hit hard times during the Depression, they were up here to do what they could, so the town wouldn"t die as so many others did. Did you think I wouldn"t discover these things? But it seems many of you choose to forget them."
A few looked away shame-faced, but most were too caught up by the hatred in the air. That was when Trev knew he could talk until his face was literally blue and he wouldn"t be able to change their minds. He"d argued landmark cases in Wizards" Court and won. He had persuaded the most skeptical of judges that his client was in the right.
And now, when the case had turned 180 degrees, he couldn"t do anything. He shook his head and turned away. He was done with Carrie. Done with them.
"Those wicked witches are leaving this town one way or another," Carrie called after him.
"Your retainer will be returned as soon as possible," he told her. "And papers will be filed in Wizards" Court that the case is dropped."
"You can"t do that!" By now Carrie"s face was a revolting shade of purple.
He turned back. "But I can. Your case was based on retaliation, not merit. If I don"t file the papers, the court will drop it anyway." He looked at the group behind Carrie. "You"re all fools." He walked away, intent on getting the bitter taste out of his mouth.
"You"re the fool, Barnes," Reed called after him. "You"re letting a woman lead you around by your d.i.c.k."
Trev always prided himself on not allowing someone to push his b.u.t.tons, but the man"s comment was too much for him. He spun around and sent a shot toward Reed"s feet. He jumped back before the toes of his boots were singed. The look he gave Trev told him he"d made a mistake. Trev smiled to let him know there was no mistake.
Trev walked away hearing the angry murmurs among the people. In hindsight, he feared he had made more trouble on Stasi"s behalf, but as he told Stasi, he didn"t like bullies. One bully was bad enough. A town full of them was dangerous.
"Didn"t I tell you he was a prissy egotist?" Jazz could be heard saying as Trev let himself in through the back door.
"I told him he sucked," Stasi muttered.
"I"m so proud of you!" Jazz crowed.
"Boy, you"ll never get any special treatment from him after that," Blair pointed out.
Trev followed the voices and walked into the family room. Candles burned everywhere, giving the room a homey look. The three witches were sprawled in various chairs, and the Border collie lay on the floor next to Bogie, who kept a suspicious eye on the black and white canine. Irma was settled in a rocking chair with Sirius lying at her feet. Fluff and Puff were off in a corner arguing over a Milk Bone. The collie lifted his head and greeted Trev with a soft woof!, his tongue lolling to one side. Trev chuckled and scratched the dog"s head before heading straight for Stasi. He was surprised to see she looked rumpled and even out of sorts. But that didn"t stop him from pulling her to her feet and hungrily kissing her.
"I need someone like that," Blair grumbled.
Her wish was granted as she was pushed backward in her chair and the collie got up and bounded over to her. He kept his paws on her shoulders as he covered her face with kisses. No amount of batting at him deterred him from his task. When he finished, he moved back to sit on his haunches and bark at her.
"The one who wants to be my boyfriend is a dog ... literally," Blair moaned, picking up a napkin from the coffee table and wiping her face free of dog s...o...b..r.
"Stop complaining about your lack of a s.e.x life and do something about it," Jazz said lazily. "I"d rather hear Stasi"s story. It"s a lot more satisfying. Of course, now we have to wait until Trev lets her up for air."
And wait they did, until Trev stepped back. His chest rose and fell heavily while Stasi looked starry-eyed. There was no need of hearts now as they looked at each other.
"What was that for?" she asked between swollen lips.
"My retainer, in case Carrie finds another way to pursue her case," he replied. "I took myself off the case. Jazz, let that lawyer you hired know Stasi already has someone fighting for her."
Three witches and one ghost all displayed dropped jaws.
"You did this for me?" Stasi stammered.
"Congratulations, you finally got a brain," Jazz chimed in.
"It"s about time," Blair muttered.
"How romantic." Irma looked teary-eyed.
"What have you done, Trev?" Stasi whispered, gripping his arms. "Carrie"s already vindictive toward me. Her anger transferred to you too will make matters worse."
"No, she"ll learn that she can"t use the wizard"s legal system for her own twisted ends." He pulled off his jacket and tossed it on the couch. Stasi smiled and picked it up, hanging it on the coat rack.
Blair hopped up and came back with coffee.
"What happened?" Stasi asked, sitting down with him as he drank the hot brew.
Trev began with his arrival at Carrie"s house and told everything up to his exit from there. With each word he spoke, Stasi"s fingers twisted nervously.
"It"s like Old Salem Village," she whispered. "It only took a tiny few to begin the whispers and the paranoia. Now it"s here. The return of the past."
"This isn"t like that time," he a.s.sured her, putting his cup down so he could put his arms around her. He kissed the top of her hair, inhaling the soft scent of lilacs and spring flowers that he knew he would always a.s.sociate with her. "No matter what, people don"t have the old superst.i.tions they suffered back then."
"It doesn"t matter. Fear spans time. Even The Librarian said it would come from the past."
Trev looked at her sharply. "You saw him again?"
She nodded. "I fell through a tree."
"Just like Alice in Wonderland," Blair said.
"It was a long drop, too." Stasi unconsciously rubbed her bottom as she remembered the shock of falling onto it. "The Librarian said I have to use the past to heal the present. Then I told him that Jazz was right, he sucked. The next thing I knew I was thrown out of there and back up out of the tree."
"You told my uncle he sucked?" Instead of showing shock, Trev threw his head back and laughed. "No one has ever said anything like that to him before. Most visitors show him more awe than scorn-with the exception of Jazz, of course."
"He"s mean," she complained. "He likes to give us puzzles instead of answers, or at least a direction in which to search for our own conclusions. Plus I didn"t technically say he sucked. I just said that Jazz was right in saying he sucked."
"It"s always blamed on me," Jazz said with a long-suffering sigh.
"Something tells me my next family reunion will be interesting." Trev hugged her against him. "My mother will enjoy this story. And you," he whispered in her ear bringing a blush to her cheeks.
The collie got up and wandered to the back door, scratching at the wood. Blair hopped up and let him out and at the same time let Nick in.
"You stirred up quite a hornet"s nest out there, wizard," Nick greeted Trev. Snowflakes lingered on the vampire"s dark hair as he shrugged off his heavy coat. While he was impervious to extreme temperatures, he preferred to blend in every way he could. His pale skin didn"t look out of place on dark winter days, although his skin never got red or chapped from the bitter cold.
"You were out there when it all went down?"
"I not only heard it all, but I played spy for a while after you left. They were too caught up in the moment to even notice me." As a vampire, Nick could move among others without being noticed if he so chose. His additional training as a former Protectorate enforcer enhanced that ability. "For a while it sounded as if Reed was the wronged one, even more than Carrie." He shot Stasi a wry glance.
"I don"t know what his problem is. We never even went out," Stasi muttered.
"Which makes his dislike for you even more intense. You kept rejecting him while he was courting you over time, but you paired yourself off with Trev almost immediately," Nick said.
"It"s the red hearts." Even as she said it she didn"t believe her explanation. She was now convinced the hearts had only made sure she and Trev were thrown together. "The red hearts," she murmured.
"Yes, you said that." Blair flopped back into her chair, lifting her feet to rest on the coffee table. "Red hearts. Cupid"s idea of a joke, but it looks like it backfired on him. They glow, they glimmer, they dance, they conga, I think they"ve even done the hustle. Wouldn"t it be lovely to have a nice quiet night with nothing more exciting than a movie marathon and lots of popcorn? To prepare for Samhain without having to look over your shoulder?" She glanced at a wall that was left blank for a reason. "And why hasn"t Maggie wallmailed me back that she"s ready to give up those lovely dresses she wore in 1810? And Thea promised me all her jewelry from the Victorian era."
"Thea giving something up? You must have caught her when she was in one of her insane moods." Jazz yawned, snuggling up to Nick. "She never gives up anything, especially jewelry."
"Red hearts." Stasi paced back and forth. She snapped her fingers. "Cupid set this in motion! He wanted to get even with me. He made sure that Carrie found Trev, who would come up here, the hearts would show themselves-and Cupid sat back and enjoyed the show. Yes, I know I"m rambling and none of it makes sense. But look what"s happening now. It"s gone beyond a joke. I haven"t seen any of the ghosts since that last time with Fergus. I know I told him he should stay in his realm, but he"s never listened to me before, why would he do it now?"
"Do you think what"s between us is some kind of sick joke?"
Stasi turned and her heart sank when she saw the stricken look on Trev"s face. She ran over to him and knelt down on the carpet by his knees. "No, I don"t," she said earnestly. "But it started out that way. You can"t tell me that you came up here expecting all this to happen between us. I saw you as the enemy when you first walked into the shop. Now, I don"t." She placed her palm against his cheek. "I don"t see Wizard Barnes, attorney. I see Trev, my lover."
He reached down and pulled her up onto his lap. "Good. Now I don"t have to convince you we make an excellent match." He cupped her face with his hands and kissed her deeply, tasting the sweetness that was pure Stasi. She smoothed her hands up his chest to his shirt collar and gripped the fabric tightly as she sank into the kiss, her tongue darting into his mouth to twist and twirl around his. It didn"t matter the room had no heat at the moment. They were creating more than enough on their own.
"Um, Stasi? Trev? You do know you have an audience here, don"t you?" Jazz interrupted with a hint of laughter in her voice.
Stasi immediately drew back and covered her face with her hands. The kiss she shared with Trev before hadn"t turned as intimate as this one. Anyone looking at her would have thought she was embarra.s.sed, except her shoulders shook and m.u.f.fled laughter could be heard.
"I can"t believe this." She struggled to contain her laughter but she couldn"t. "I don"t normally lose control."
"Neither do I." Trev pulled her back against him.
"Maybe Mercury retrograde and the upcoming lunar eclipse seem to have turned our lives upside down, but I"d say something happened for the better where you"re concerned," Blair said. There was no doubt in her sincerity. Seeing her best friend happy made her happy.
"Plus, Trev knows if he hurts you he"ll have twelve witches to deal with." Jazz playfully bared her teeth at him. It wasn"t as effective as if Nick had showed fang, but the intent in her eyes a.s.sured Trev he would be in for a world of pain if he ever hurt Stasi.
"I"ve already thrown myself into the mix," Nick offered. "Stasi"s like family."
"Then I"m glad my intentions are absolutely honorable, because Stasi means too much to me to ever let her be hurt."
Stasi"s blood warmed at Trev"s words and what sounded suspiciously like a vow to her. Yep, he"s a keeper.
"Witch and vampire. Now witch and wizard. What will happen next? Witch and gnome?" Blair wrinkled her nose at the thought.
"I could fix you up with Dweezil," Jazz suggested with a wicked light in her moss-green eyes.
"Gross!" Blair impulsively pulled her sweater up to cover her face and flashed a sight of a silky teal bra.
"Nice bra, Blair!"
Amid applause from Jazz, Blair lowered her sweater and scrunched up her face. "You"re not going to embarra.s.s me. Well, now that we"ve had our warm and fuzzy moment, let"s see what we can find for dinner. I"ve never been so grateful for a gas stove. I haven"t cooked anything over an open fire other than s"mores for decades, and I"d like to keep it that way."
Stasi got up to follow her. Trev kept hold of her hand and squeezed it lightly.
"I meant it about my family, Stasi," he murmured. "I want you to meet them, and I want them to get to know you."
She felt the warmth begin at the tips of her toes and move all the way up through her body.
"I wish you could have met my family."
He looked around him. "I think I already have."
She followed his gaze, seeing Jazz and Nick whispering, Blair beyond in the kitchen while Fluff and Puff played a three-way tug-of-war with Bogie. Sirius remained his quiet majestic self by Irma"s side.
"You"re right. You have." She dropped a kiss on top of his head and went to the kitchen.
"I"ll help." Jazz started to get up, but her offer was half-hearted.
Stasi waved her back down. "No thank you. With your lack of cooking skills the whole kitchen could blow up. But you can set the table when dinner"s ready."
"That she can do without mishap," Nick agreed.
Stasi walked into the kitchen and watched Blair pull a paper-wrapped package out of the refrigerator and then re-seal it with magick.
"At least the food won"t spoil," she said, unwrapping the hamburger and dropping it into a pot to brown. She pulled down cans of diced tomatoes and spices from the shelf. "Chili seems right for tonight."
"We have sourdough bread to serve with it." Stasi brought out a couple of large cans of beans and a box of macaroni. She turned to the back door when she heard a soft knock.
"If it"s that d.a.m.n dog, he"s not staying for dinner," Blair growled. "Can you imagine what chili would do to his digestive system and our lungs?"
"Then it"s a good thing it"s only me," Jake said, coming in and walking over to Blair, shaking himself off, sending snowflakes all over her. She squealed and threatened him with her spoon, but he only laughed and backed off. He pulled off his jacket to reveal a navy thermal shirt under a red and blue plaid flannel shirt. He unb.u.t.toned the cuffs and rolled them back a couple of times to bare his well-shaped forearms.