by Dianna Love
“Thanks.”
Evalle was glad Quinn hadn’t been present to see Lanna pop out from the driver’s side. “When did you get a driver’s license, Lanna?”
Mother Mattie replied instead. “Four days ago. I figured she’s eighteen and far more prepared for the world than most of the kids her age. She nailed the test and didn’t use her powers to pass, either.”
“Really? That’s wonderful,” Evalle said, sending Lanna a smile. It dawned on her that she had no idea of Lanna’s birthday, which reminded Evalle the twin boys had recently turned eighteen. She should ask if they had a birthday celebration when they stayed with Isak’s mother.
Evalle had never had a birthday party of her own, but she was sure with a little help she could put together something for Lanna or the boys next time.
Now if only Quinn didn’t freak out about Lanna driving.
Lanna smiled. It was still not one of her vibrant, high-wattage smiles of the past, but a sincere one. “I know you worry about Cousin stressing. I will tell him about my driving after tonight. I want calm first.”
“About that,” Evalle said, trying to figure out how to avoid hurting Lanna’s feelings. “Quinn told me in no uncertain terms that we could not involve you in hunting for Phoedra.” She prepared for the blast of anger and argument, but it never came.
Lanna looked to Mother Mattie. The elderly witch said, “We’ll talk to him.”
“Cousin is hardheaded. He will not hear us.”
“Then raise your voice, Lanna,” a strong female voice ordered.
“Caron!” Lanna’s face lit up as she spun toward the street. “You are here.”
Everyone turned to where the beautiful Fae woman stood on the sidewalk outside the still-open garage door. Evidently, Lanna had wanted Caron to join them but hadn’t expected Mother Mattie’s sister to show up.
“Hi, Caron,” Evalle called over.
Caron gave Evalle a double take. “Are those eyes real?”
Evalle lifted her fingers then dropped them, realizing she’d taken off her dark sunglasses. “Yep. The shade is Alterant green.”
“Nice.”
Coming from Caron, that was a huge compliment. Evalle grinned. She stopped short of saying thank you. “Come on in.”
Lanna took two steps in Caron’s direction. “Yes. You are welcome here. We need your help.”
“No, but I appreciate the invitation,” Caron said to Evalle then crooked a finger at the suddenly disappointed Lanna. When Lanna reached the sidewalk, Caron said, “What have I been telling you? You are more powerful than pretty much any witch I know, including Mattie and she’s tough to top. You’re either a mage or sorceress, but it really doesn’t matter what you are other than powerful. I’ve taught you enough to protect yourself, but it’s time to start trusting your abilities again.”
“Grendal’s majik is—”
“No longer a significant concern. Yes, you may have some issues, but even Oskar does not sense Grendal’s majik in you anymore, and he’s pretty sensitive.”
Speaking of Oskar, a grunting-frog-interspersed-with-cricket sound erupted from the back seat of Mattie’s car. Evalle glanced over to see Oskar standing on his hind legs, which she knew from experience he could do as long as he chose.
She waved at him.
More excited grunting came from the little guy, then he gently tapped his horn on the window.
Mother Mattie said, “I’ll get you, Oskar.”
“I understand,” Lanna said to Caron in an obedient tone.
“Oh, I know you understand, sweet pea, but I need you to believe,” Caron told her. “This is the time to start learning more about your powers. First be sure someone is watching your back ...” Caron’s gaze slipped away from Lanna and touched on Evalle, who gave her a hard nod, acknowledging Lanna would be well protected.
Caron continued telling Lanna, “As long as you’re around those you can trust, then push the boundaries and accept that you’re going to hit limitations. Don’t fight it and don’t force it, but don’t back away if you feel strong enough to go forward. This is one of those times you don’t need me or Mother Mattie.”
“Hey, speak for yourself,” Mattie warned. “She needs as many witches as we can pull together, me especially.”
Caron gave her a don’t-screw-with-me-right-now look. “I’m talking about using her powers, Mattie, not needing additional power for the hunt tonight.” Returning to Lanna, Caron said, “Just don’t go off on your own for a bit. You’ll know when you’re ready. Don’t come up with some half-baked reason for taking a risk. I trust you to be smarter than that. As for tonight, I’m not a witch. My majik would probably interfere. I have located people by calling on the elements, but the elements have to believe I have a vested interest. I have nothing against your cousin, but I also have no vested interest.”
Evalle hadn’t realized how deeply Caron had tapped her paranormal resources to find Grendal when she saved Lanna. Evalle appreciated all the Fae woman had done for Lanna, but especially Caron’s obvious efforts to begin rebuilding the young woman’s confidence and self-worth. Those had taken a beating from Grendal’s abusive actions when he tried to drain power from Lanna.
Lanna straightened her back and filled her lungs with a deep breath. When she exhaled, she said, “I am strong. I can do this.”
Caron gave her a look full of praise. “Attagirl. If Quinn gives you too much trouble, tell him he doesn’t want me to come chat with everyone.”
Mother Mattie said, “Don’t threaten my friends, Caron.”
“You know better, Mattie.”
Lanna turned to the older witch with a knowing smile. “Caron does not threaten. She makes promise.”
“Exactly. Okay, sweet pea. You staying here?” Caron asked.
“Yes.” Lanna’s voice was getting stronger with each word. “I am at home here. Storm, Evalle and Feenix are family.”
Damn. That girl needed to shut up soon before Evalle’s eyes started leaking. “We’re glad you’re back, Lanna.” Evalle told Caron, “I know Quinn will want to personally express his gratitude to you and Mother Mattie.”
Shaking her head, Caron groused, “You people have got to learn not to ask a Fae for anything and not to thank one.”
Mother Mattie made a pfft sound at Caron. “I’ll talk to Quinn and pass along his appreciation to the stick-in-the-mud.”
“Mattie.” That was Caron’s warning tone.
The old woman waved her off. “I left you meatloaf and a baked potato in the warmer.”
Caron practically glowed with happiness. “What about cake? Did you make a chocolate cake, too?”
“Yes, there’s cake and milk. Now get out of here.”
With a snap of sparkly energy, Caron vanished.
Evalle cringed. “Was anyone watching her, Lanna?”
“No. Caron hides her majik from humans.” Lanna sighed. “I would like to eat everything and have beautiful body, too.”
“You are beautiful,” Evalle told her.
“Yes, but even Brasko women must work to good body.”
There was a hint of the confident Lanna that Evalle had missed.
Mother Mattie opened the rear door to her car, where Oskar promptly hopped out and walked over to Evalle on his hind legs. The witch pulled out a large canvas tote bag, hooking the straps over her shoulder.
Evalle scooped up Oskar. “Hi there. Want to see if Feenix is up for company?”
Oskar danced his head side to side, upping the sound of his chirping and grunts. She took that as Oskar talk meaning he knew exactly where he was headed.
When everyone acknowledged they were ready, Evalle took the lead through the lower entrance area, then up to the second landing. She paused to say, “Your apartment’s unlocked, Lanna. Go ahead and get settled. Everyone is supposed to be here in the next fifteen or twenty minutes. We’ll take Oskar up to Feenix’s level.”
Lanna dragged her suitcase down the hall and disappeared into her space.
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br /> Evalle waited to see if the twins would stick their heads out from across the hall, but they didn’t. Probably playing a video game.
At the next landing, she smiled at Oskar’s enthusiastic grunting as she reached for the door to Feenix’s space. Her sweet gargoyle had been upstairs with her earlier in the evening, where she’d kept a sharp eye on him so he wouldn’t eat anything in her stainless steel kitchen.
But she did let him torch a pizza in the oven where his flames wouldn’t harm anything. It took so little to make him happy.
Opening the door, Evalle lowered Oskar to the floor. “Mother Mattie, meet Feenix.”
Her two-foot-tall gargoyle had been building some structure with brightly colored plastic blocks Storm had brought him. Feenix turned around, bright orange eyes glowing with excitement.
“Evalle!” Feenix flapped his little bat-like wings, taking to the air. He flew the length of the room and landed in her arms, chortling happily. She’d never get tired of the sound of joy he made every time he saw her, as if she’d been gone for months instead of hours.
She hugged her baby, then turned him to the witch. “This is my friend, Mother Mattie.”
“Mattie?” Feenix asked.
“Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, Feenix.” Mother Mattie was grinning and held her hand out, palm up.
Feenix studied it a moment, then placed his thick hand on hers. He closed his eyes and made a humming sound.
Evalle didn’t interfere, which said how much she trusted the witch.
When Feenix opened his eyes, he started nodding. “Mattie friend.”
Mother Mattie’s eyes held the kind of warmth seen when someone coos to a child. The witch said, “You’re something, Feenix. I have never met anyone like you.” Her eyes slashed at Evalle in a way that said Mattie would like to know more about the little gargoyle.
Feenix twisted around and looked down. “Othkar! You play?”
Oskar lifted up on his hind legs and turned as he made bullfrog-grunting noises. He tapped back and forth from one foot to the other, clearly ready to play.
Evalle looked at Mattie. “Think we’re good?”
“Yes. Oskar either likes you or he doesn’t. No halfway with him. Feenix isn’t going to hurt him and Oskar will not harm your baby, especially now that he knows Feenix is my friend, too.”
“Now that you mention it, Feenix is pretty much the same as Oskar when it comes to liking or not liking someone.” Evalle lowered Feenix to the floor. “Why don’t you show Oskar around?” When she stood up, she told Mattie how Storm had kept Oskar contained in one corner last time for his safety.
Feenix had yet to move. He’d stuck one of his claws into his mouth as if debating on what to do.
Had he not understood what she was saying?
Or was he unsure about Oskar being loose in his area? Feenix had never shared his space freely with anyone except Lanna or the boys.
“Othkar,” Feenix announced and walked past the little critter.
Mother Mattie’s familiar spun as smoothly as a dancer and tiptoed after Feenix.
When they reached the other side of the room, Feenix dragged two of his beanbag chairs to the middle of the room, facing the wall where a huge flat-screen television had been mounted.
Storm had created a special panel with different-colored buttons the size of muffins, which he’d wired for controlling anything in the room that required electronic operation. Some buttons had designs and images painted on the surface.
Feenix said something to Oskar, who made a loud chirping noise.
In reply, Feenix laughed as he walked over to hit a big black-and-white checkered button.
Roaring engines of the latest Daytona 500 NASCAR race poured from surround-sound speakers mounted along the walls.
Oskar jumped up and down on his bag.
Feenix chortled and clapped as he waddled back to his stuffed bag.
It looked like they wouldn’t kill each other.
Evalle had an app on her phone that allowed her to monitor Feenix via cameras when she wasn’t with him.
“They’ll be fine,” Mother Mattie declared and stepped out, closing the door behind Evalle, who headed to the roof.
“Lovely place,” the witch commented as they walked into the open space upstairs. Mattie placed her tote bag next to one of the cozy chairs, and took in the view of the city at night. “Are you only able to come up after dark?”
“Oh, no. I’m up here during the day, too.” Evalle explained how the roof worked to protect her from the deadly sunrays.
Mother Mattie said, “That’s some man you have, Evalle.”
“I know.” She beamed with pride. “He’s the best.”
“That’s what I want to hear after a long day,” Storm announced, walking up to Evalle from behind and kissing her soundly. One touch of his lips and her body started planning a party with his.
When he released her, Evalle whispered to him, “We have company, but save that thought.”
“Oh, I won’t forget,” he assured her. “Sorry I’m late.”
“No problem. I let Quinn know we’re starting at eight instead and he was good with it. He needed the extra time.”
Storm paused to greet Mother Mattie with a handshake. “It’s nice to have you visit us.”
“I told Evalle that you have a wonderful building, but that was before I actually toured it. Very nice.”
“Thank you.” Storm kissed Evalle again.
Mother Mattie moved back to the plush chair she’d chosen and settled with a sigh. “To be that young again.”
Quinn arrived next and Storm asked how long it would be until Daegan showed up.
“Daegan won’t be joining us,” Quinn replied. “He’s working personally with our people in the Atlanta area to ensure all Belador families are secure. Once everyone is covered to his satisfaction, he’s going to take any additional Belador warriors he’s withdrawn from VIPER to areas in the country with heavy Belador populations and leave teams in place to replicate the plan in those spots.”
Storm asked, “What about VIPER?”
Evalle interjected, “I haven’t had a chance to tell you or Quinn, but we’re on the outs with VIPER. Sen basically blew off Daegan’s concern for Belador families being targeted, so Daegan invoked something called Belador Cosaint.” She shared a quick rundown of what had happened with Sen.
Quinn mused, “He said it was a protocol created long ago. I’d like to hear more about Daegan’s life prior to being captured and cursed.”
“We all would,” Evalle agreed. “I think he’ll tell us in his own time.”
Storm carried a tray of different beverages toward the coffee table as he commented, “I wonder how Sen took getting pushed back again. If Daegan keeps doing that, Sen’s going to come after him.”
Evalle said, “Sen didn’t like it. In fact, Trey tried to ask Sen a question earlier today and Sen blew him off.”
“After witnessing the way Daegan knocked Sen down a notch during the last Tribunal meeting, then issued a not-too-subtle warning to the Tribunal deities if they tried to take him on, I’ll put my money on the dragon,” Quinn said.
Evalle interrupted, “Hold on guys, before you start talking shop. Quinn, I thought you’d want to know that Mother Mattie is here.” She gestured toward the seating area.
Quinn leaned to look past Evalle. “I apologize for not speaking sooner, Mother Mattie. Very nice to see you. I have so much to thank you for, and appreciate all you and Caron have done.”
“It’s good to be here and you’re welcome. We were happy to have Lanna with us.” Mother Mattie gave a definitive nod, confirming she’d been happy to have Lanna at her home.
Having started toward her, Quinn paused. “Wait, if you’re here, does that mean—”
Lanna entered the room. “Hello, Cousin.”
Quinn turned around and caught Lanna, who dashed into his arms. When he hugged her, his face relaxed a little for the first time in a long while.
Evalle was glad to see the pair reunited.
Quinn told Lanna, “I’ve been worried about you.”
“I know, but I am fine.”
Evalle didn’t believe that for a moment and seriously doubted that Quinn did either, but she hoped he’d accept it for now. When he loosened his hold, Lanna stepped back and lifted her cocky little chin at him.
“I believe I can help you, Cousin.”
His voice was gentle, but stern. “As long as you sit on the sofa and tell me your idea, I will very much appreciate any help you can offer. But if you try to find her by using your powers, then I will be quite displeased.”
Offering him an unconcerned expression, Lanna said, “You will be very displeased then, because I will do much more than call up my powers.”
“Lanna, listen to me—”
Evalle cringed and said, “About that, Quinn...”
Quinn shifted around. “You knew she planned to do something tonight?”
“Well, sort of, see—”
“I told you she was not getting involved again.”
“I know that, but—”
“Please. Be. Quiet!” Lanna requested without raising her voice, but power rushed through the room and everyone fell into a deep silence.
Storm murmured, “Whoa, that’s ... major mojo.”
Evalle had always suspected Lanna had a lot hidden inside her, and Caron’s words downstairs had backed up that instinct. Still, that surge she’d just experienced was insane.
Quinn looked shocked. “How did—”
Lifting her finger to her lips, Lanna shushed him.
Behind Quinn, Mother Mattie chuckled.
Holding her short frame as erect as she could, Lanna informed Quinn, “It is time for you to see me as adult, Cousin. I was careless with my abilities when I first came here.” Her solemn blue eyes forced everyone to take her seriously. “I have learned much. Some things I wish I had not, but that is how life goes. I have healed and trained with Caron. You remember her?”
“The Fae woman.”
Quinn didn’t sound too happy about a Fae powerhouse training Lanna, but to argue that point after what Caron and Mother Mattie had done for Lanna would be digging a deeper hole than the one he already had going.