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“And what?” I asked, my gaze flying back to David. He was standing now, but his face was blank and I had no idea what he was thinking.
“It won’t work,” Saylor said, and for the first time, I saw how desperate she really was. Her voice went softer even as her grip got tighter. “Harper, Christopher and I risked everything to save David. We did not get this close to lose him now. ”
I struggled out of her hands. As I did, my eyes fell on the wall behind her and all of those skinny sideways figure eights, the symbol of the Paladin. Something surged in my blood, but I shut my eyes. No. No, I was not doing this. I was walking away. I could walk away.
But standing there, shaking with some power I couldn’t even name, that seemed easier said than done.
I thought of my mom and dad. Of Ryan and Bee and all those college brochures in my desk at home. And the shaky feeling started to recede.
Taking deep breaths through my nose, I tried to get myself under control. “Tell me why,” I said at last. “Tell me why it’s so essential that I give up my whole life to keep David safe. ”
Saylor blinked and took a step back from me. “He can see the future, Harper. The only person in the entire world who can. Don’t you think that’s worth protecting?”
Rubbing my hands over my face, I fought the urge to scream. “Yes, but not at the expense of my life. ”
There was the lip roll again. “And what is it you plan on doing with your life that’s so important, Harper? Is it more important than ensuring the safety of the only Oracle?”
“Yes. ”
We both turned to look at David. His hands were shoved in his pockets, his gaze on the floor. “Harper’s life is important, Aunt—” He broke off, shaking his head. “And she’s right. She can’t just follow me around forever. That’s not fair to her. Or to me. I mean, I might actually want to get a girlfriend at some point, and no offense, Pres, but I think you might salt my game a little. Wait, do I have to be celibate, too?”
Saylor rolled her eyes. “David, take this seriously. ”
Even from a distance, I could see the steeliness in David’s eyes as he took Saylor in. “I am. Trust me. And that’s why I’m saying this whole thing is crazy. Paladins and Oracles and ancient Greece . . . ” Sighing, he lifted one hand to rake it through his hair.
“You keep doing—what did you call them? Wards?—and I’ll try really hard not to tell the future anymore, and Harper will go back to her regular life of committees and dances and being a pain in my ass. ”
Saylor opened her mouth to reply, but David held up his hand. “You said the three of us have to work together. Well, it’s two against one here. This?” He made a circle with his finger between the three of us. “This isn’t happening. And now if you ladies will excuse me, I’m going upstairs and taking some aspirin. ”
With that, he turned and walked away. Saylor and I listened to his heavy tread on the staircase, both of us jumping a little when his door slammed.
Dropping into the nearest chair, Saylor covered her face with one hand. “I meant what I said, Harper. There’s no walking away. From the moment you entered that bathroom, your fate was sealed. His, too. ” She picked up her head and nodded in the direction of the stairs.
I didn’t answer her. Instead, I took my keys from where I’d laid them by my plate. The chicken and dumplings had coagulated into a beige blob and I wondered how I’d ever thought they looked appetizing.
“Thank you for dinner,” I told her even though I hadn’t eaten a bite. “Also, I think—” My voice broke, so I cleared my throat and tried again. “I think it would be best if I pulled out of Cotillion this year. ” I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain that to my parents, but I also knew that I wanted no part of whatever was going to happen that night.
Saylor’s gaze stayed steady on me. She might not have been related to David by blood, but her eyes were nearly the same shade of blue. For a second, I thought she was going to try the sales pitch again. Instead, she gave a little nod. “I understand. ”
My knees were shaking as I went to leave the dining room. I was just to the doorway when Saylor said my name again.
“Yes, ma’am?” I asked, turning to face her.
“Thank you so much for the cake,” she said, and in that moment, she was the Saylor Stark I’d known my entire life, all perfect silver hair and straight white teeth. “You’re a doll. ”
Chapter 17
I spent the next few days avoiding David. Or maybe he spent them avoiding me. Either way, I hardly saw him, and when our paths crossed, both of us were quick to look the other way. Once, as I watched him cross campus, his ears up around his shoulders, I felt a twinge of . . . something. At first, I thought it was maybe the beginnings of that gut-wrenching pain that meant he was in trouble. But it wasn’t that. I think it was sympathy. Or pity. As hard a time as I was having wrapping my brain around Saylor Stark being some kind of witch, David must have been having it a million times worse.
But I’d done the right thing in walking away from them. From all of it. No matter how awesome I thought superpowers would be, they weren’t worth giving up my life for.
Still, as I perched on a stool in my Aunt Jewel’s kitchen that Friday afternoon, I couldn’t stop thinking about how worried David looked every day, how just that morning, someone had slammed a locker in the hallway, and he had nearly jumped out of his skin.
It was true, what I’d told Saylor; I didn’t want David to get killed by bad guys, obviously. But I still couldn’t see how it was even feasible for me to watch over him forever.
So why did I feel so bad?
“Harper, a bird is going to land on that lip if you keep pokin’ it out,” Aunt Jewel said. She sat at the table with her two sisters, my Aunts May and Martha. The three of them were doing what they did every Friday afternoon—playing cards and smoking. Since I wasn’t married, I didn’t get to play with them, and smoking was out until I was widowed.
Not, I thought as I fanned the smoke away from my face, that that was ever going to be an issue. Smoking was so seriously gross.
“I’m not poking out my lip,” I replied, even though I was pretty sure I had been.
Aunts May and Martha were twins, but seeing them with Aunt Jewel, the three could have easily been triplets. All of them had the same iron gray hair, permed within an inch of its life, and all three wore the same type of brightly colored elastic-waisted pants, usually paired with floral sweaters, or, like today, holidayappropriate sweatshirts. Aunt May’s had a turkey on it, while Aunt Martha was wearing pumpkins. Aunt Jewel had what appeared to be a giant pie stitched on the front of hers.
Sipping sweet tea, I watched them play rummy and insult each other. “Martha, I know you’re not going to take that ace,” Aunt May said as my Aunt Martha did just that. May scowled as she flicked ash into an ugly clay dish I’d made for that purpose at summer camp seven years ago.
“You are evil, Martha,” she said, drawling her twin sister’s name out so that it sounded more like “Maawwtha. ”
Aunt Martha gave a smug smile and arranged her cards. “Harper, baby, do you hear your Aunt May being ugly to me?”
“Don’t drag Harper into this,” Aunt Jewel said as she laid down another card. She was the eldest of The Aunts, and the other two tended to listen to her. “We never get to see her, and now the two of you are going to spoil her visit by fussin’. ”
I hid a smile behind my glass. Actually, sitting in Aunt Jewel’s cozy, yellow kitchen, watching the five of them argue with each other, was one of my favorite things. They could get downright nasty over cards, but there was never any doubt that they were sisters who loved one another.
I wondered if I could ever think of the word “sisters” and not feel a steady ache in my chest.
I sat my tea on the counter behind me. “I’m fine,” I told them. “Also, Aunt May, if you pick up that four Aunt Martha discarde
d, you can get a run. ”
Jewel and Martha groaned as, hooting, Aunt May scooped up the card. “You should come by more often, Miss Harper,” she said.
Aunt Jewel began gathering the cards back up, and Aunt Martha looked over at me. “Speaking of, what brought you by today, sweetie? Not that we’re not thrilled to see you, of course, or that we aren’t pleased as punch to have a Hummingbird Cake—” she nodded toward the heavy glass platter on the counter—“but you’re usually so busy. ”
“Too busy,” Aunt May chimed in. “Girls today have so much going on. School, and sports, and dances, and committees . . . it’s too much!”
“Don’t say that,” Aunt Martha told her, lighting another cigarette. “Our Harper is responsible and has a good sense of community. What’s wrong with that? And least she’s not one of those Teen Moms. ”
The other aunts clucked in sympathy. A few months back, Aunts Martha and May—they lived together—had gotten a satellite dish and discovered the joy/horror of reality TV.
“Or one of those crackheads, like on that show where they make people feel bad about taking drugs,” Aunt Jewel offered. “Did you see the episode with the girl who did something called huffing? With the cans of cleaning—”
I hated to interrupt, but once they got going on car crash TV, they might never stop. “I have been busy,” I broke in. “And that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to y’all about. ”
All three of my aunts put their cards down and swiveled in their chairs to face me. There were few things they loved more than people coming to them for advice. It helped that they were really good at it. “It’s about Cotillion,” I said, and Aunts Martha and May exchanged a look, while Aunt Jewel exhaled a cloud of smoke.
“That Cotillion,” Aunt Martha spat out. “I suwannee. ” That was her way of saying “I swear. ” Aunt Martha belonged to that generation of ladies who thought any type of swearing—not just saying the bad words—was not the thing to do.
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