“Tatiana.”
“I’m busy.”
She leaned over the old spell book she’d found. Some of the words were fading near the bottom of the page. She was leaning in, squinting to read them, when…
“Tatiana.”
“I’m. Busy.”
There were a few blissful moments of silence without Cense’s rumbling voice, interrupted only by steady rain against the window. Tatiana was turning the page when she heard a scraping against the window. She turned to see a woman falling in a soaking heap on the floor. At first no one moved. Did someone… actually break in?
Tatiana drew up her shoulders and tried to imitate her mother’s impassive demeanor. “Who are you?”
The woman shook out burgundy hair and wiped her eyes. “Who are you? This place looked abandoned.”
“She is not from here. This is dangerous.”
Cense moved in that weird, jolting motion that all spirits made when forced into the physical realm. He moved around the woman as he continued to study her, but she didn’t acknowledge him aside from a quick shiver.
But Tatiana’s curiosity was piqued. As her family’s only, hidden, child this was a rare opportunity. “I am a Winterborne.”
She waited for the flash of fear that usually followed that name. The woman only blinked.
Then she asked, “Is that one of those people chasing me?”
The tattered fabric of Cense’s robes fluttered as he flew to Tatiana’s side. “Send her away.”
That would probably be best.
Tatiana took a risk. She moved to the window and took her time scanning the courtyard. To her, the stone pathway was overgrown and wrapped around a fountain that had crumbled long ago. Eerily silent water tumbled down from a woman holding an opaque vase. Today only the base remained. Neither of her parents thought its removal was a priority and it pleased her to see more than others could. Tatiana’s attention was drawn back to the woman who was now taking off her coat.
“I assume this is your place then. Got somewhere I can hang this up?”
“You really don’t know where you are?” Tatiana was surprised by the curtness. She wanted to snap back but couldn’t dismiss the woman as safe just yet.
“Listen, I just arrived in Bell Point tonight. Some pompous douche passes out in front of me and now? I’m here”. The energy drained from her all at once and she sank to the floor.
Tatiana glanced at Cense apprehensively. There were a lot of things one came to the Winterborne household for; kindness and refuge from another family were not at the top of that list. The clacking of Tatiana’s pumps sounded like thunder as she moved to her desk and dragged her chair over to the woman.
As she reached out her hand, she asked again, “Your name?”
If she had any idea how closely she needed to keep secrets in this city, she didn’t show it. She shrugged dejectedly and said, “Chantal Thorn.”
Tatiana helped Chantal onto the chair and stepped back. Crossing her arms, still trying to remain aloof, she said, “To know how much danger you’re in I need to know the name of this douche.”
Chantal rubbed her forehead. “No, sorry. I— Wait! I heard a woman yell Brycen. “
Tatiana let out a slow, controlled breath.
“Is that bad?”
“Send her away.” Cense’s voice was as close to a shout as he dared without risking a final death.
“We need to go back to where he fell. If there’s new magic in town, besides you, going to the source is the best way to track it.”
Chantal started. “What do you mean besides me?”
Tatiana gave her a tired look.
“Fine. I’m a witch, but I didn’t do anything to that guy. I swear.”
“I don’t care, but the Summerfield family is vindictive. If you want them to aim for someone else, clear your name and run.”
Chantal just nodded.
Now dressed in a black blazer and slacks, Tatiana might’ve been mistaken as someone going to a business meeting. Until you glimpsed Chantal in still wet clothing; an oversized shirt that somehow managed to cling to her, and faded jeans that had seen one too many winters. The spirits that acted as guards, drifted into being long enough to check that it was a member of the household passing by. Their attention caught on Chantal momentarily before they drifted back into the shadows.
“They’re supposed to take care of outsiders,” Tatiana muttered.
“Who?”
“No one.”
Once at the gates, Tatiana pulled them open and immediately noticed a car at the end of the street slow before coming to a brief stop. She casually brushed white locks over her shoulder as she turned away. She strode purposely down the street, with Chantal half running to keep up.
“Where did this happen?”
“At a bar. I don’t remember the name, but it was nearby. It had a purple-ish hawk on the sign.”
He was doing business in our territory! That arrogant worm.
“What did he want with you?” She kept her voice flat. Neutral.
She crossed the street without looking. Only the screeching of brakes and Chantal’s yell before she was yanked forward alerted Tatiana to how stupid that decision had been. Traffic stopped for Melviena Winterborne, but Tatiana’s mother was a well known boogeyman for many in Bell Point.
“You got a big head don’t you?” Chantal dragged a hand through her hair.
“I don’t… understand?”
Chantal let out a frustrated laugh. She shook her head in disbelief and motioned towards the stoplight; it’s light glowing a mocking green. Tatiana’s gaze caught the taillights of the car speeding around the next corner; knowing deep down that hadn’t been an accident.
“You think you own this place. Who just walks out into the street like that? God what was I thinking going after you?”
“I do.”
Chantal froze and, in a tiny voice, said, “You’re just trying to scare me.”
Tatiana shrugged. Technically her family controlled this area but she’d leave that fact for later. “I’m not the scariest thing in this city, so let’s get this wrapped up.”
Chantal nodded but now she was finally weary. It wasn’t as satisfying as she wanted, but Tatiana didn’t have time to dwell on that.
The Magenta Hawk was named after its owner, a witch named Jupiter Sundance who was on arguably worse terms with the Summerfields than Tatiana’s family. So explaining why one of the “terrible threes” were in her bar wasn’t going to be a fun experience. The moment they stepped into the alley Tatiana was almost overcome by the magical residue. Even Chantal flinched and wrapped her arms around herself.
“New to this?” Tatiana tried to sound confident.
“That obvious?”
She gave a weak chuckle, but pushed through. Chantal walked to the bar’s entrance and knelt down. Touching a spot at the bottom of the steps, she said, “He was laying here when I came out.”
Tatiana knelt and touched the ground. Closing her eyes she let the energy flow over her. Waiting. There was no cold chill that started in her fingertips and spread to her toes. No mist that slowly filled her vision when a spirit crossed over.
“Too bad. He’s alive.”
She felt deeper and a smell like rain covered moss filled her nose. Maybe Brycen hadn’t died here, but the spell had definitely been intended to kill.
This is earth magic. Are the Summerfields turning on each other?
Just then the door to the Magenta Hawk opened. A young woman with dark blue hair, one side shaved low, stepped out and instantly froze when she saw them. She couldn’t know who they were but she knew Brycen. That was clear from the way any color drained from her face.
Tatiana stood slowly, but didn’t say anything. Revealing her family name might make the girl clam up more than she already was.
But she had no reason to worry. The story was spilling out without any prompting.
“I didn’t know the spell was going to be that strong. He just said to use it so I did.”
Tatiana rocked back on her heels.
“He’s alive right.”
Tatiana shrugged and Chantal gave her a disapproving look . “Why use a spell without knowing it’s effect?”
The girl hesitated for a moment. Her fingers picked at the emblem on her jean vest; marking her as part of the Aindach house. She was far from home. Tatiana raised an eyebrow and gave her best scolding look.
“It was to distract Rory.”
The “baby” of the Summerfield men. Still new to adulthood and probably brandishing his power around. There were footsteps behind her and the sound of an idling engine made Tatiana curse under her breath. She turned to see a tall man with dark hair walking purposely towards them. Despite his casual clothing, a plain t-shirt and jeans, he was out of place. It was a poor disguise to keep his name out of what he intended to do. His jaw was set and internally Tatiana called for Cense. It wasn’t long before she could feel him settle in the shadows behind her.
“You’ve picked up new friends, Charlee.” The hardness of his expression didn’t change.
“Brycen told you about me? After swearing me to secrecy?”
“He didn’t need to. My little brother is still learning not to play the game, so I’ll allow him to make a mistake or two.”
Kai moved his gaze over Chantal. He dismissed her quickly but his gaze stayed on Tatiana. She didn’t flinch from his attention. They were in her territory after all. And the dead always outnumbered the living. She didn’t move even when Kai was toe to toe with her. He grabbed her head and forced her to look down.
“Does no one in this gods forsaken territory not know how to show manners?”
Tatiana heard Cense’s bellowing roar and knew he was pulling in any spirits not strong enough to deny the call. It would also alert any death witches nearby. Kai turned his head. Had he heard the call? Tatiana saw when the wheels in his head started turning.
“A Winterborne is never alone, Mr. Summerfield.”
Dry sarcasm dripped from his name. A muscle twitched in Kai’s jaw as he ground his teeth.
There was a thud behind her and Tatiana assumed Charlee had fallen against the door. “Oh, fuck. Oh no. No.” Her voice trailed off into a panicked whimper.
The temperature dropped until their breaths clouded the air in front of them. Wavering grey figures cloaked in mist, stepped through the wall; moaning as they continued to fight Cense’s influence. They jerked but with a final cry wrapped their hands around Kai and dragged him away from Tatiana; who fixed her coat to stop her own hands from shaking. Cense materialized from the shadows. Unlike the other spirits his form filled the alley way, fading only at the ends of his tattered clothing. Clawed hands gripped Kai as if he were a child and lifted him.
“I’ll ask only once. Is this a game you want to play, Kai.”
Kai’s lips curled back in anger. Tatiana could feel his own power growing but calling up roots here would lead directly back to his own family’s doorstep. So he said nothing. The surge of green magic pulled back to his core.
Tatiana resisted a victorious smirk. “Take Mr. Summerfield Home, Cense.”
A swirling fog enveloped Kai. Too slowly he sank into the ground. Once the fog cleared and the temperature settled, Tatiana turned with what she hoped was a cheerful smile.
“It’s time for you to return home as well. And I’d stay there. For a very long time.”
Charlee nodded furiously and sped past them. Her sneakers slapping noisily through puddles lining the alley.
“What…. The…. Hell was that?”
“That was saving us.”
“You killed him.”
Tatiana sighed. “He’s just traveling through the mists. Cense will put him safely on his doorstep.”
“He’s traveling through the spirit world? He could get stuck. He could die there.”
“He wouldn’t worry if all three of us had been in his position instead.”
“That’s not the point.” But some of the fight left Chantal’s voice.
Tatiana held out her hand, not sure what to do next. “I suppose this is where we part.”
They shook hands. Chantal’s expression was grim. Contemplative. Tatiana wanted to ask what she was thinking about. Instead she motioned towards the alley entrance. They walked in silence until reaching the street. When a green jeep came to a squealing stop, almost hitting Kai’s still idling sports car.
“Oh what now.”
Tatiana grabbed her hand, entwining their fingers. “Trust me. A bar romance is going to land us in a lot less trouble than the truth.”
A woman who managed to be imposing in a pink one piece pajama suit, one shoulder strap unfastened, stepped from the passenger seat. Nearly identical to Tatiana down to their dark brown skin. With one immediately noticeable difference: streaks of white in her hair instead of their magic completely draining its color.
“I heard Cense.” Melviena’s voice was curt but worry peeked through.
“Just a man who didn’t know he shouldn’t harass young ladies.”
Her mother’s eyes narrowed. “And you are?” she asked suddenly.
Chantel stuttered and her grip on Tatiana’s hand increased significantly.
“You’re not in trouble here.”
“I’m Chantal. Chantal Thorn. I just arrived tonight but I’ll leave. No problem.”
Melviena glanced briefly at their hands, then waved hers dismissively. “Just tell me this. Do you have anything to do with the families in this town?”
“No, no. Not at all.” Chantal made an assertive swipe with her arm.
“I’d keep it that way.” Melviena pointed to her seat. “Get in.” As she crossed to the driver’s side they saw a figure fade into a ghostly outline, then it was gone completely.
Tatiana reluctantly pulled away from Chantal. “Well…you know where to find me. If something ever comes up again.”
Chantal stared at her dumbfounded for a moment. “Yeah,” she said in a daze.
“But we do have a front door,” Tatiana called before closing the jeep door.
She watched Chantal in the rear view raise her hand to wave before catching herself. The city was likely to pull her into its faceless sea. They’d never see each other again. Maybe that would be for the best. The Winterborne, The Summerfields, The Raven Line, The Glorious Rose, and the other witch families fighting to stay afloat in Bell Point were caught in a game they couldn’t escape. Even fleeing the city wasn’t a guarantee they could outrun family grudges. That didn’t make Tatiana any happier about going back to isolation.
“Tell me the real story.”
“In the morning?”
Melviana pursed her lips.
“Fine.”
Tatiana gave a disgruntled sigh and began telling how she’d grown bored of reading her grandparents’ old books on spirit travel, so decided to sneak out.
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