"If it means we don"t have to go outside again, it works for me."
Cortez got to his feet and headed for the back hall.
"Sorry," Savannah said. "I didn"t mean to cause more trouble. He surprised me, that"s all."
I squeezed her shoulder. "I know. We"d better give Cortez a-"
Someone rapped at the back door. This, unlike the ringing phone and doorbell, was a first. When I"d looked through the kitchen window earlier, my backyard had been empty, possibly because no one dared be first to climb the fence. Now even that sanctuary had been invaded.
As I listened to the impatient rapping, anger surged through me and I stomped off to confront my newest "visitor." I glanced out the back door window to see Victoria and Therese. Worse yet, they saw me.
Chapter 22.
The Threat I backed into the living room.
"The Elders," I hissed at Cortez, who was in the bedroom returning Morton"s wallet to his pocket. "It"s the Coven Elders."
"Don"t answer the door."
"They saw me."
He swore under his breath.
"I"m sorry," I said.
"It"s not you. Hold them off. Count to five, let them in, then stall for a few minutes. Keep them in the hall."
I ran back to the rear door, pulled open the sidelight curtain and motioned that it would take a minute to open the door. Then I undid the lock spell and perimeter spell and spent so much time turning the dead bolt, you"d think I had fifty of them. Then I ushered the Elders inside while blocking their path down the hall.
"You made it through the crowd?" I said. "Geez, it took us-"
"We had to come through the woods," Victoria said. "A most unpleasant experience. Therese has ripped her blouse."
"We had to come," Therese said. "Is it true? What they say? About poor Grantham?"
"We came because you lied to us, Paige. You said there wasn"t a sorcerer in town."
"I never said-"
"You implied as much, leaving us all vulnerable to attack. Look what"s happened now. This sorcerer brought Mr. Cary back to life."
"No, that was the necromancer. Sorcerers can"t raise the dead."
"Which makes us feel so much better," Victoria said, her face contorting into a most unladylike snarl. "We have been invaded, Paige. Not only by a half-demon, but a sorcerer and a necrophiliac-"
"Necromancer," I said. "A necrophiliac is someone who has s.e.x with dead people. Necromancers don"t-or, at least, I hope they don"t. . . On second thought, let"s not go there."
"Paige Winterbourne! I have had enough of your-"
Thud! Something crashed in the stairwell. Then Savannah"s whisper floated up, "s.h.i.t! I"m sorry, Lucas. I slipped."
He shushed her, but too late. Victoria thrust me aside and strode toward the cellar door. I ran after her and caught up when she was one step from the bas.e.m.e.nt stairs. I lunged to slam the door shut, but I was too late.
"What in G.o.d"s name-"
"Oh, my lord," Therese said, looking over Victoria"s shoulder. "They"ve killed a man."
"We haven"t killed anyone," I snapped. "The guy broke into our house and. . . and I-"
"There was a struggle," Cortez said, from the bottom of the steps. "I accidentally knocked him unconscious. We"re moving him to the bas.e.m.e.nt where he can leave through the hatch. Having been struck on the head, he"ll be disoriented and will likely believe he fell in that way. As you can see, we have everything under control."
"Under control?" Victoria wheeled on me. "Is this what you call having things under control, Paige? Dead people wandering around mortuaries? Mobs of strangers on your lawn? A sorcerer in your house, dragging a half-dead man into your bas.e.m.e.nt? You took a simple situation and with each pa.s.sing day, no, with each pa.s.sing hour hour you have made it worse." you have made it worse."
"Victoria," Therese said, reaching for her friend"s arm.
Victoria shook her off. "No, it has to be said. We asked her to leave things alone-"
"I haven"t done anything!" I said.
"You disobeyed us. Blatantly disobeyed us as you have been disobeying us for years. For your mother"s sake, Paige, we put up with it. In accordance with her dying wish, we let you take the child, though G.o.d knows I wouldn"t trust a parakeet to your care."
"That"s enough," Cortez said, starting up the stairs.
I waved him back and turned to Victoria. "Tell me what I"ve done wrong. Please. I consulted a lawyer, as you advised. I cooperated with the police when Leah killed that lawyer. I sat in the police station and I answered their questions and I waited for help. For your your help." help."
"The Coven doesn"t exist to help those who bring trouble on themselves. You took the girl, knowing this demon woman was after her, knowing she was Eve"s daughter and therefore didn"t belong anywhere near the Coven."
"The Coven exists to help all witches. No one doesn"t belong."
"That"s where you are mistaken." Victoria looked down the steps at Savannah, then back at me. "You have twenty-four hours to make alternate arrangements for her care. Permanent arrangements. If you do not, you are no longer welcome in the Coven."
I froze. "What did you say?"
"You heard me, Paige. Fix this now or you will be banished."
"You can"t banish me. I"m the Coven Leader."
Victoria laughed. "You are not-"
"Victoria," Therese said again. "Please."
"Please what? Please continue this charade? We"re too old for these games, Therese. We should have put a stop to them last year. You are not Coven Leader, Paige. Do you really think we"d allow ourselves to be led by a girl so incompetent she manages to turn a simple custody challenge into an all-out witch-hunt?"
Cortez appeared at my shoulder. "Please leave. Now."
"Or you"ll do what? Knock me out and put me in the bas.e.m.e.nt with that poor man?"
"He"s not the one you should be afraid of," said a soft voice. Savannah climbed the steps and smiled at Victoria. "Would you like to see what my mother really taught me?"
I shushed her with a quick shake of my head. Victoria strode from the kitchen, Therese at her heels. Before reaching the back door, she turned and met my eyes.
"This is not an idle threat, Paige. Find a home for the girl and clean this up-or you aren"t welcome in the Coven."
What did I do next? Retreat to my bedroom, have a good cry, and wonder where my life had gone so horribly wrong? While the temptation was there, I couldn"t afford the luxury of self-pity. I had a feeding frenzy on my front lawn, an unconscious paranormal investigator on my stairs, and, somewhere out there, an entire Cabal special projects team devoted to ruining my life. At this point, getting kicked out of the Coven seemed the least of my worries. Deep down, I knew that it was a threat that could destroy my very purpose in life, my mother"s dream that I would lead the Coven into a new age, but I couldn"t worry about that now. I just couldn"t.
I headed for the kitchen and began listening to messages. I made it through two before Cortez slipped behind me, reached over, and hit the Stop b.u.t.ton. "You don"t need to listen to that," he said. "I do. Robert. . . or someone. . ." My voice quavered as badly as my hands. I clenched my hands into fists and tried to steady my voice. "I should listen. It could be important."
"You can check the call display records, Paige." I shook my head. "I need-I need to do something." He hesitated, then nodded. "I"ll make you a coffee."
"She likes tea," Savannah said from behind us. "Here, I"ll show you."
He followed Savannah to the pantry and I resumed telephone detail.
Caller number six was a familiar and welcome voice.
"Paige? It"s Elena. Jeremy read something about you in the paper. Sounds like you"re in a bit of trouble. Give me a shout when you get a chance."
"Can I call?" Savannah asked, bouncing down from her perch on the counter, where she"d been supervising Cortez"s tea brewing.
"I"d better," I said. "You can talk to her when I"m done."
I went into my room, phoned Elena, and explained everything that had happened. It felt good to get it off my chest, to talk to someone who"d understand. She offered to come and help, and I can"t describe how good it felt to hear that. Unfortunately, I had to refuse.
Leah and Elena knew each other from the compound, having both been captives. Leah had befriended, then betrayed Elena. Later, when we returned for Savannah, Elena"s lover, Clayton, had killed Leah"s lover, Isaac Katzen. Undoubtedly, Leah still felt she had a score to settle with the werewolves. If Elena showed up here, Leah might very well decide to take her revenge, and the last thing any of us needed right now was a werewolf/half-demon grudge match unfolding in downtown EastFalls.
Elena understood, but promised to stick close to home for a few days. Should I change my mind, I only needed to call. I don"t think she knew how much I appreciated that.
Before I signed off, I put Savannah on and returned to the kitchen.
"Do you take anything in your tea?" Cortez asked.
"No, black"s fine." I took the mug from him. "Thank you."
"Perhaps you should call Robert. I"ll feel better-"
A moan from the bas.e.m.e.nt cut him off. Morton was awake. Or, I should say, I hoped it was Morton but, considering the events of the last few days, I wouldn"t have been surprised to pop open the bas.e.m.e.nt door and find a decomposing zombie tramping up the stairs. Neither of us moved as footsteps sounded. When there was a bang at the door, even Cortez hesitated before responding.
Any hopes that Morton would awake and beat a hasty retreat vanished as he continued to pound and shout. He was in the house and, d.a.m.n it, he wasn"t leaving without a fight. Cortez gave it to him. Not a literal fight, of course. No offense, but I couldn"t picture Cortez rolling up his sleeves and cold-c.o.c.king anyone. His strength was in words and, after going a few rounds with him, Morton beat that hasty retreat trailing apologies, convinced he really had fallen through the hatch.
Chapter 23.
The Original Cabal After Morton was gone, I heard Savannah say good-bye to Elena. She wasn"t even out of the bedroom when the phone rang again. It rang once, then Savannah"s animated voice floated down the hallway. Hearing only the lilt in her tone, and none of the conversation, I knew who was calling.
"No way," she said as she walked into the kitchen, phone to her ear. "Yeah, right. Like we"d need you." She snorted. "Oh, sure. You can, like, incinerate them. Dream on."
She paused, listening, then stifled a giggle. There was only one person Savannah giggled for, though she"d sooner die than admit it-and would probably kill anyone who had the nerve to mention it.
"It"s for you," she said, holding out the phone. "Adam. He thinks he"s going to help us. As if."
"h.e.l.lo," I said.
"It"s about time. Do you know how many times I"ve called there since this afternoon? Dad gave up hours ago. Either it"s busy or we get your machine. Where have you been?"
"You don"t want to know."
"I bet I can guess. My mom was watching the satellite news earlier, some show from out there, and guess whose picture she saw?"
"Mine. Lemme guess. It said I was a Satanist, right?"
"h.e.l.l, no. It said you were a witch. You"re a Satanist now, too? Cool. If you see the big guy, can you ask him to pa.s.s along a message for my father? Tell him he"s way behind in his child support payments."
"Ha-ha."
"So what"s going-" Adam stopped and sighed. "You"ll have to tell me later. Dad"s here, tapping his foot and making faces. You"d better talk to him. Then get back to me, okay?"
The phone crackled as Adam pa.s.sed it to Robert.
"Paige." Robert"s warm voice rushed down the line. "You should have tracked me down at the conference. This sounds absolutely horrible."
"You don"t know the half of it," I said, heading back into my room.
"Tell me then."
I did.
"How can I help?" he asked when I finished.
I could have cried. I feel foolish admitting it, but those four words meant so much.
"The stuff on Leah is great," I said. "But I also need some information on Cabals." I hesitated, almost afraid to go on. "Have you heard of the Cortez Cabal?"
"Certainly." He paused. "Is that who"s after Savannah?"