I motioned for him to come inside. He shook his head, waved me away from the window and headed into the crowd.
I released the curtain, but didn"t step away, only shifting out of his direct view. He traversed the crowd, pausing here and there before moving on.
"I don"t think it worked," I said.
"Of course it did. My My spells always work." spells always work."
I bit my tongue and kept my attention on Cortez. When someone shouted, I jumped. A man laughed and I followed the sound to see a couple of young men jostling one another and laughing between gulps from a paperbag-covered bottle. Guess my lawn had replaced the Belham Raceway as the leading source of community entertainment.
As I shifted my gaze away to search for Cortez, one of the men"s shouts turned angry. The other whirled and slammed his fist into his companion"s jaw. The bottle flew from the first man"s hand and struck the shoulder of a woman in a lawn chair. As the woman cried out, her husband leaped to his feet, fists raised.
Cortez came running from the other side of the crowd. I waved my arms, gesturing for him to stop, trying to communicate that the fight had nothing to do with Savannah"s spell. Then someone saw me. A cry went up.
I stumbled back from the window. A clod of dirt struck the gla.s.s. Someone screamed. The shouts lost their edge of excitement and turned angry, then seemed to drift away from the window.
"Go into my room," I said.
Savannah only set her jaw and stared at the ceiling.
"I said get to my room!"
She didn"t move. The shouting became frenzied. Someone howled. I grabbed Savannah by the arm and hauled her into my bedroom, away from the front of the house. Then I raced to the living room.
I cracked open the curtains, hoping to see Cortez and make sure he was okay. The moment I moved the drapes, something hit the gla.s.s. I fell back, curtain still in my hand. When I looked up, a man was plastered against the window. Two matronly women held him by the hair while a third pummeled his stomach. I let the curtain fall and ran to the front door.
I once dated a soccer buff. One afternoon, as we watched a European game on television, a riot broke out and I"d stared at the screen in horror, unable to believe such an outpouring of violence could occur over something as trivial as a sporting event. The scene outside reminded me of that soccer riot. I had to help, to do something. If this was anything like the riot I"d seen, people would be hurt, and one of them might be the innocent guy who"d gone outside trying to stop it.
I hurried onto the front porch. No one noticed me. The loosely gathered crowd had become a seething ma.s.s of bodies, hitting, kicking, biting, scratching. Stranger attacked stranger while others huddled on the ground, protecting themselves from the onslaught. A half-dozen people had escaped the crush and stood at a distance, gaping as if unable to tear themselves away farther.
From a car window, a video camera lens panned across the scene. When I saw that, I had to stifle the urge to march over, grab the camera, and smash it against the pavement. I don"t know why, but even with all that was happening, that bothered me the most. After a glare at the cameraman, I diverted my attention to the crowd, searching for Cortez.
Finding one person in that mob would be like spotting a friend at a Columbus Day sale. I climbed onto the porch swing for a better look. Then, bracing myself against the house, I stepped onto the railing. As I did, it occurred to me that I was making myself much more visible than was safe. It also occurred to me that this might be the best thing I could do, to somehow divert the crowd"s attention by revealing the long-hidden object of their vigil.
"Hey!" I shouted. "Anybody want an interview?"
n.o.body even turned. No, strike that, someone did turn. From the very bowels of the brawl, someone looked my way. Cortez. He was restraining a huge man intent on attacking an elderly woman. Cortez had the guy in a headlock, but the man must have outweighed him by a hundred pounds and, every time the man swung his arm, Cortez flew off his feet. I jumped from the railing and dashed into the fray.
I moved through the crowd with surprising ease. Sure, a few fists flew my way, but when I kept moving, my would-be attackers found less-active targets. With a confusion spell, no one cares who they attack, so long as they attack someone.
When I reached Cortez, I grabbed the elderly woman to lead her to safety.
"You f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h!" she screeched. "Get your filthy hands off me!"
She clawed my face, and punched me in the stomach, then knocked me down as I doubled over. A man tripped over my p.r.o.ne form, righted himself, and kept running. As I struggled to my feet, Cortez lost his grip on the other man, who scrambled up and barreled into the crowd after the elderly woman. I lunged for him, but Cortez caught my arm.
"We can"t," he panted, wiping blood from his mouth. "It doesn"t help. We need to break the spell. Do you know the countercast?"
"No." I turned to see a woman crawling through the crowd, ducking blows. "It doesn"t seem to be affecting everyone."
"It is. They"re all confused. Some don"t react violently to it."
"I"ll get those people to safety, then. You keep working on the spell."
I hurried to the crawling woman, helped her to her feet and ushered her through the throng. At the road, we crossed and I left her sitting on the far curb before heading back. It took several minutes to find someone else trying to escape, and several more to get him out of the mob.
As I went back for a third time, I realized my mission was like saving single seal cubs from the slaughter. While I rescued one person, at least two more were beaten unconscious. Either Cortez"s countercast wasn"t working or the violence had picked up enough momentum to continue on its own.
"Thought you could get away, did you?" a voice said at my ear.
I turned to see one of the Salvationists. He slammed a Bible into my face.
"Get thee hence, Satan!"
I whirled away. A hand caught my arm. I looked into the rolling eyes of a young woman.
"b.i.t.c.h!" she shouted. "Look what you did to my shirt!"
She grabbed it, pulling the front forward with a seam-ripping wrench. It was covered in dirt and blood. More blood smeared her hand. In the opposite fist she held a Swiss Army knife, bloodied blade exposed.
Without thinking, I grabbed for the knife. The blade sliced across my palm. I yelped and fell back. Cortez appeared, grabbing the woman from behind. She spun and struck. The short blade plunged into Cortez"s side. She yanked it out and pulled back for a second stab.
I cast a binding spell. The woman stopped in mid-strike. I threw myself on her, knocking her down and grabbing the knife. The spell broke then and she fought, kicking and screaming. Cortez dropped to his knees and tried to help me restrain her, but adrenaline seemed to triple her strength and it was like restraining a wild animal. We both cast binding spells, but neither worked. If only we could calm people-Yes, of course. A calming spell. I cast one, then another, reciting the spell in an endless loop until I felt her limbs go slack beneath me.
"Hey," she said. "What-Get off me. Help! Fire!"
Around us, people had stopped fighting and were milling about, wiping bloodied noses and muttering in bewilderment.
"Perfect," Cortez said. "Keep casting."
I did. We got to our feet and, with Cortez shielding me, we moved through the crowd as I repeated the calming spell. It didn"t work on everyone. As I"d feared, the aggression had taken on a life of its own and some people didn"t want to stop, yet enough people did that they were able to restrain those who kept going.
"Now, to the house," Cortez said. "Quickly."
"But there"s more-"
"It"s good enough. Any longer and people will start recognizing you."
We ran for the front door.
Once inside, Cortez called the police. Then I led him to the bathroom, where we could a.s.sess injuries. Savannah stayed in my room, door closed. I didn"t tell her it was over. Right then, I was afraid of what else I might be tempted to say.
The slice across my hand was the worst of my injuries. Hardly fatal. I slapped on a bandage, then turned my attention to Cortez, starting with a cold compress for his bloodied lip. Next, the knife wound. The blade had pa.s.sed through his right side. I pulled up his shirt, cleaned the wound, and took a better look.
"It looks okay," I said. "But it could use a couple of st.i.tches. Maybe when the police get here, we can take you to the hospital."
"No need. I"ve had worse."
I could see that. Though I"d only pulled his shirt up a few inches, I could see a thick scar crossing his abdomen.
He was reed thin, but more muscled than one might expect from his build. I guess there"s more to fighting Cabals than courtrooms and paperwork.
"I"ll make a poultice," I said. "It usually pulls the wound together better than st.i.tches anyway. Less chance of scarring, too."
"Handy. I"ll have to ask for a copy of the recipe."
I opened the bathroom cupboard and took out the poultice ingredients. "This is my fault. She"s cast that spell once before, with even worse results. I should have warned her about it. I should have told her to wipe it from her repertoire."
"I wouldn"t go that far. The confusion spell can be very useful, under the right circ.u.mstances, or as a spell of last resort. The caster has to understand it, though, which Savannah obviously doesn"t."
"Does it always work like that?"
"No. Her casting is surprisingly strong. I"ve never seen a confusion spell affect so many people in such a clearly negative fashion. The spell always exacerbates any underlying tendency toward violence. Perhaps under these circ.u.mstances, I should have expected such a reaction, a.s.suming the sort of people who congregate around such a story are not the most mentally balanced of individuals."
"That"s an understatement."
The doorbell rang then.
"The police," I said. "Or so I hope."
It was the police. They didn"t stay long. Outside, people had either left or resumed their vigil as if nothing had happened. The police took some statements, helped people to the paramedics, and secured the area. Afterward they left behind a cruiser and two officers to keep watch.
Savannah finally appeared as I was putting the poultice on Cortez.
"Don"t expect me to say I"m sorry," she said.
I turned to face her.
She stood in the bathroom doorway. "I"m not sorry."
"You-do you know what you"ve done?" I stalked across the bathroom and pushed open the window. "Do you see that? The ambulances? The paramedics? The blood? People got hurt, Savannah. Innocent people."
"They shouldn"t have been there. Stupid humans. Who cares about them?"
"I care about them!" I ripped the bandage off my hand. "I suppose you don"t care about this, either. Well, there is something you should care about-" care about them!" I ripped the bandage off my hand. "I suppose you don"t care about this, either. Well, there is something you should care about-"
I grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face Cortez, then pointed out his swollen lip and wounded side.
"Do you care about that? This man is here to help you, Savannah. To help you you. He could have been killed out there trying to undo the spell you cast."
"I didn"t ask him to undo it. If you got hurt, it"s your own fault for going out there."
"You-" I flung her arm down. "Get to your room, Savannah. Now."
Her eyes glistened with tears, but she only stomped her foot and glared at us. "I"m not sorry! I"m not!"
She turned and ran for her room.
Chapter 26.
All About Eve "I am so sorry," I said as we walked into the living room. "I know I should be able to handle her. I really should. I keep telling myself I"m making progress, teaching her control, but then something like this happens and it"s-it"s pretty obvious I haven"t taught her anything at all."
I dropped onto the sofa. Cortez took the arm chair and moved it around to face me before sitting.
"She doesn"t like humans," I continued. "She hates the Coven. She probably hates me. Sometimes I wonder why she sticks around."
"Because her mother told her to. Before Eve died, she told Savannah that if anything happened to her, she was to find the Coven and take refuge there."
I looked up at him. "Who told you that?"
"Savannah. We talked earlier this evening. She has some concerns and hoped I might be able to mediate on her behalf."
"What"d she say? No, let me guess. I"m a wonderful guardian. I understand her and I always know exactly the right thing to do and say."
A slight smile. "She admitted you two don"t always get along. Naturally, she says you don"t understand her, you don"t give her enough responsibility, you"re overprotective, all the things every teenager says to every adult. Do you know what else she says? That you have potential."
"I have. . ." I couldn"t stifle a small laugh. "I have potential." have potential."
"Don"t take it too hard. She says I have potential, too. Neither of us is measuring up to her standards quite yet, but at least there appears to be hope for us."
I turned to stare at the front curtains. "Still, potential or not, I don"t think I"m what Eve had in mind when she told Savannah to take refuge with the Coven. The problem is-" I stopped. "G.o.d, I"m blathering. What time is it anyway?"
"Not that late. You were saying?"
I hesitated. I wanted to keep talking. Maybe exhaustion had worn down my defenses. Or maybe Cortez just seemed like someone I could talk to.
"Sometimes I. . . I wonder if the Elders aren"t right. If I"m not endangering the Coven by keeping Savannah here."
"Do you mean you want to find someone else to take her?"
"G.o.d, no. What I mean is that maybe we"re both endangering the Coven by staying. That I should leave and take her with me. Only I can"t. This. . . this is my life. The Coven. Being Coven Leader. I want. . . I want to. . ." I heard the pa.s.sion in my voice, the near-desperation. My cheeks heated. "I want to do a lot. I can"t leave."
I looked away, embarra.s.sed by my outburst. I wanted to stop but, having started, couldn"t until I"d said everything I wanted to say.
"About Savannah," I said. "I want to show her how to take that power and use it for good. Only sometimes, like tonight, that seems completely delusional. I can"t-I can"t seem to make her understand the difference between right and wrong. I can"t make her care." care."
He glanced toward Savannah"s room. "Should we use a privacy spell?"
I nodded. A privacy spell was witch magic. It allowed two people to converse without being overheard. Both speakers had to cast it, which we did. Cortez fumbled the first time, but recast and got it to work.