Mystical Love

by Rachel James

  “There’s Brad,” Devlin stated. “I called him from the airport, by the way. Told him to expect us.”

  Brianna squinted, studying the figure striding out of the shadows.

  “He looks old and worn down,” she commented.

  “Solving an epidemic would turn anyone’s hair white.”

  “Amen.”

  Stepping into a pool of light, the doctor’s expression came to life. He offered his hand to Brianna as he reached her.

  “You’ve grown into the spitting image of your mother, Brianna.” His gaze shot to the man beside her. “Thanks for the heads-up call, Devlin.” He held his hand out and Devlin shook it, nodding.

  “Good to see you again, Doctor.”

  “Call me Brad. We’re way past ‘doctor’ now.” His gaze swung back to Brianna. “I was floored when Devlin called and said you were coming. I can’t guarantee your being here will be received gracefully by the members, though.”

  “What about visitors? We didn’t see any warning signs posted that the commune was closed to visitors,” Devlin said.

  A surprised look crossed the doctor’s face.

  “The commune shuts down for a month every year at this time. Didn’t you know?”

  His question sent an odd prickling along Brianna’s scalp, and she took it as a warning. What was spirit trying to call her attention to? The commune’s closing and how it tied to her mother? Or her jitters at being thrust back into her past so rapidly? She brought her gaze back to the doctor.

  “Don’t you find it odd that this incident occurred right at this time, Brad?”

  “No, I didn’t think it odd—at least, not until this moment.”

  “What are you thinking?” Devlin asked.

  “It’s as if this incident was pre-planned,” Brianna replied. “The timing, I mean—so as not to include outsiders. You and I both know from experience that spirit never follows a plan. But this all feels staged to me.” Her hands indicated the area around them. “The energy hanging about the grounds is off; not a lot in some places, but certainly bold in others.” She studied the men’s baffled expressions and changed the subject abruptly. “I’d like to take a look at Mother as soon as possible. If her energy level is off the charts, then we will know that she is the cause of the illnesses occurring and take steps to remedy it.”

  A quick shake of the doctor’s head occurred.

  “We tried that; it didn’t work.”

  “Yes, but I haven’t offered a solution.”

  “True; however, we’ve a more pressing problem—namely, invoking the Dispensation Law with your father.”

  “And how do we do that?” Brianna asked.

  He fished in his pocket.

  “With this.” He hauled out the Coven Pentagram and flashed it at the pair. “If you evoke the dispensation, it will buy you a twenty-four hour free ride pass with the Elders. Do you remember the words?”

  Devlin took the Pentagram from his fingers.

  “She remembers.” He handed the amulet to Brianna. “You do remember, right?”

  She made a face at him and then turned, following the doctor up the clinic steps.

  Entering the main foyer behind him, Brianna shivered at the eerie silence. She hoped the rest of the clinic wasn’t as depressing as this. She could already feel the tension in Devlin’s hand on her arm. Unlike her, though, he was successfully concealing his rattled nerves.

  Reaching the elevator, the ends of Brianna’s hair suddenly lifted from her neck. Now, what was that for? She glanced over her shoulder at the walls behind her.

  “If I didn’t know better, I’d think a negative presence was residing in the hallway.”

  Devlin’s gaze followed hers.

  “Can that kind of talk. Concentrate on concocting a letting go spell for the community instead. The Universe will reward your efforts.”

  The light above the elevator door popped on, followed by a light “ding,” and Brianna slipped inside the cage before the door was half-way open. The door finally closed and she gave a sigh of relief. A moment later, she spoke up.

  “The energy in the compound could be off because a negative entity hitched a ride on Mother’s essence sometime during her ritual, and she didn’t notice.”

  “That would explain her collapse,” Devlin replied, “but it doesn’t explain why so many members of the congregation have been struck down. Of course, it would if the ritual tanked because of carelessness.”

  Brianna dismissed the thought.

  “Mother doesn’t make those kinds of mistakes.”

  The elevator “ding” came again, and the cage door slid open. Brianna scanned the corridor ahead, holding the door open with her hand before stepping out. A typical clinical setting; nothing to indicate stalking entities.

  “Turn on a few more lights, Brad,” Devlin stated, as if reading her thoughts. “There’s nothing comforting about shadows.” He stepped from the elevator and headed for a lighted area, about halfway down.

  “Hold on,” Brad cautioned, plucking at his shirt sleeve. “I need you both to follow me. Francis’ son, Danny, is seriously ill. I need you to read his aura for any blemishes.”

  Brianna frowned. It was just like the doctor to expect they still knew how to recognize a blemished aura after all this time.

  “Noted.” Devlin said. He sketched a wave at Brianna. “We’ll trust our instincts as we go. Hopefully, what I don’t see, you will, and vice versa.”

  Brianna gave a relieved sigh at his words. For a moment, she thought he meant to abandon her. In the elevator, she had experienced an insane, brief desire to lean against Devlin and fit her fingers in his. What would he have done if she had? Pull away, her inner voice supplied. Dropped your fingers like a hot potato.

  The doctor moved to the first door on their left, and following, Brianna peeked in. She studied the long-legged figure leaning over the bed. Eerie. That was the message relayed to her brain. Her gaze swept the series of tubes crisscrossing the bed, and she craned her head to view the occupant under the sheets. Young. Obviously, Danny Lord.

  “What are you doing out of bed, Sally?”

  The hunched figure standing next to the bed swung about, clearly startled by the doctor’s question. Brianna recognized the freckled face of Sally Carver at once. Some things never changed, she mused. Sally was still flashy in dress and sporting a hair-do fresh out of the seventies. The stocky woman straightened her shirt top, and stepped away from the bed.

  Even sick, Sally was a marvel in hooped earrings and bangle bracelets. The sound of clinking metal was amplified in the room as Brianna saw her eye the doctor, and then move onto her and Devlin. Her recognition was instant.

  “What are they doing here?” she demanded. She took a formidable stance in front of the bed, glaring at the pair, and then the doctor. “Surely, you are capable of finding a solution without bringing in outsiders. After all, you have been attending to our ills for decades. Did they even consult the Council before coming here? I don’t remember hearing Francis talk about it.”

  “Fortunately for all of us, you’re not in charge of the coven,” Brad said, “Charles is.”

  Sally’s expression soured at the doctor’s insult, and Brianna was sure the pair had butted heads many times before. She could see why. The vibrant personality that had marked Sally’s younger years had vanished completely, leaving a matronly snob in its wake. And she had, what? Ended up marrying Francis after her sister’s death? It was hard to believe the pair would find comfort in marriage, but then opposites were often drawn to each other. However, right now that didn’t matter. The energy level in the room needed to be brought back to a pleasant decibel.

  “We are not here to interfere with coven matters, Sally. We came because of Mother—to get to the bottom of her collapse. You know as well as I that mistakes can be made at any time when it comes to Sacred Circles.”

  “Are you insinuating that a member of this coven caused her collapse?”

  “Not at all,�
� Devlin interjected, “I’m sure we’ll find her collapse was a freak accident.” To Brianna’s surprise, Sally’s hostility quickly evaporated.

  “Of course, it’s freakish. It’s what I’ve been telling Francis for days.”

  “In that case, you’ll have no objection to Brianna and Devlin taking a look at Danny for a moment with me,” Brad said. A myriad of expressions ranging from outrage to compliance crossed Sally’s features, and Brianna wondered how she managed to shift from emotion to emotion so quickly. Sally suddenly swayed on her feet and Brad snatched her elbow. “I’ve warned you not to overdo it, Sally. This illness is draining your system. If you continue to push your body to the point of exhaustion, you will find yourself in worse shape than Danny.”

  Tears welled at his words.

  “He’s my angel. I don’t know what I’ll do without him . . . he looks so helpless…”

  Brad took her arm, guiding her towards the doorway.

  “Go and rest, so I can bring Danny back to you healthier than ever.”

  She gave him a weak smile, and Brianna saw the aura surrounding her frame slip from red to grey. Her shoulders sagged unexpectedly, and she collapsed against the door jam with an agonizing sob. Devlin rushed to her aid, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

  “Rituals can be reversed. We found that out when we were ten, remember?” He shook her shoulders. “You mustn’t give up now. Brad will find a way to reverse this illness.”

  Brianna saw Sally’s eyes come alive, with shades of the girlfriend they once knew. She clutched Devlin’s hand.

  “I’m sorry for being so mean-spirited before. I’m tired and cranky, and feeling worse by the minute.”

  “You must go back to your room and lie down,” Brianna advised. “Rest and sleep has always been the best cure for tired lungs.”

  She nodded then whirled, disappearing out the door.

  “You still have a knack when it comes to her, I see,” Brad said, heading towards the bed. Reaching it, he pushed the boy’s bangs away from his forehead and signaled the pair forward. “Danny doesn’t appear to be getting worse; however, he doesn’t appear to be getting any better either.” He stepped aside. “Tell me what you think.”

  Brianna crossed to the bed, surprised to find her hands damp with sweat as she touched the handrail. Fear. The word resembled a shock wave jolting her brain. She didn’t like that message. It meant that she hadn’t really convinced herself until this moment that the coven had come under serious attack from an unknown source. But now, seeing the boy’s pale skin and shallow breathing, she was sure his condition wouldn’t be so easily diagnosed without some intuitive insight.

  “Anything?” Brianna jumped at the question. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” Brad wrapped his fingers around Danny’s wrist and monitored the beats. “Danny was the first to arrive in the clearing. He found your mother and immediately came searching for your father.”

  “And he was the first to come down with the bug?” Brianna asked, studying the boy’s flushed skin as he roused from his sleep. “May we touch him, Brad?”

  “At your own peril, I’m afraid.”

  “Well, I don’t see how you expect us to give you our opinion on things if we can’t touch people. Besides, your warning is too late. I’m already terrified.” She reached out and brushed the boy’s face and neck with the back of her hand. His vacuous gaze centered on her face as he felt the touch.

  She bent down, offering him a smile. “I know you feel like you’re on fire,” she said, “but I have just the magic to cool you down.” She patted his hand. “No more worrying, you hear?” He gave her a reluctant nod and closed his eyes. Brianna turned from the bed to find Devlin studying her curiously. She addressed his unspoken thoughts. “Hope can do more than magic sometimes. If he thinks he will get well, he will.” Reaching out, she withdrew a pencil and notepad from the doctor’s shirt pocket and scribbled on the first sheet of the pad. “I want you to fix this potion and give it to Danny. If my grandmother was right, it should work its magic in about three hours.”

  He glanced down at the note, his right eyebrow lifting in surprise as he read the three lines.

  “You can’t mean it’s this simple?” he remarked.

  “The earth is an amazing storehouse for miracles, Brad. They’re simple and direct. They are never packaged with glitz and glamour.”

  The doctor folded the note and nodded his thanks.

  “I’ll have Francis scrape up the ingredients from Sally’s shop. The mixture will be dispensed in less than an hour.” He studied her curiously again. “You’re more High Priestess than you realize.” He tossed a wave over his shoulder. “Marla Curtis is recuperating two doors down—Eileen’s next door. They appear to be holding their own though; no other symptoms, except for hacking coughs . . . why the startled look?” he asked breaking off.

  “I just spent the last week with a horrendous cold and a hacking cough.” His features became alarmed, and Brianna held up her hand. “No, I’m not contagious. I got sick prior to Mother’s collapse and was well on the way to recovery when you called.”

  “An omen of things to come, do you think?”

  “It’s hard not to see the correlation at the moment,” Devlin said. “However, I don’t put much stock in coincidences. I’m mentioning it because Brianna believes in the concept of ‘what goes ’round, comes ’round.’”

  “You’re talking about the power of three now.”

  Brianna didn’t confirm or deny his statement; instead, she turned her attention back to the boy in the bed. She lifted the covers atop his body and scanned his arms and legs. No bruises or welts, and his aura was a pale lavender hue at the moment.

  She dropped the covers. It was a safe bet that Danny took one look at her mother, panicked, and then fled the clearing.

  “Anything jumping out at you now?” Devlin asked.

  “Nothing. Perhaps, that’s why I’m so scared,” she replied. “Energy sickness usually comes with a definite pattern. Welts or bruises on the body, a high fever, alternating hot flashes, and cold sweats.” Brianna nodded at the bed. “Danny’s skin is warm to the touch, but not hot. And I don’t see any signs of a rash or bruising. If he’s the worst of the doctor’s patients, then we should feel encouraged.”

  “But you’re not,” Brad stated.

  “No, and I won’t be until I learn what occurred prior to Mother’s casting of the circle.”

  “And if you learn she had help in going down in the circle?”

  “I’ll make the bastard pay.”

  “I don’t like the sound of that.” Brad shook his head. “It’s not at all Wiccan.”

  “Or Christian.” Devlin replied, stepping from the bed and heading for the door.

  Brianna followed more slowly, catching sight of Brad’s grin at her.

  “I’m glad you’re both here,” he said. “It’s good to have logical, no-nonsense individuals making hard decisions for us.”

  Brianna’s hand flew out as she took a half-turn back.

  “I’ll remind you you said that when the going gets tough, and you’re damning us to hell.”

  He laughed and Brianna re-whirled, slamming into Devlin’s chest. He grasped her shoulders at the same time she clutched his chest. The very air around her suddenly turned electric, and her pulse began dancing with excitement. For a brief moment, she thought Devlin was going to lower his head and kiss her. But when she looked up, she found him grinning boyishly at her. His hands moved slowly; too slowly, skimming her torso lightly and traveling to her waist. Once there, her heart lurched as he balanced her weight and kept her steady. To her horror, she blushed like a giddy girl of seventeen and pulled out of his arms. She emitted a choking laugh.

  “Next time, give a girl a warning you’re going to crush her toes.”

  “If there’s a next time, I’ll crush more than your toes.”

  Brianna turned a vivid scarlet at his insinuation. Thankfully, he turned on his heel before he could se
e her reddened cheeks. A moment later, his fingers beckoned her from the hallway. Taking a deep, unsteady breath, Brianna squared her shoulders. Next stop, a surprise reunion with her father.

  CHAPTER SIX

  A FEW MOMENTS LATER

  Brianna stopped just short of the open doorway, taking another deep breath. Was she ready to face her father again after all these years? Ready to mend fences with the Elders? She didn’t know, and the curling in the pit of her stomach was proof that she might not be ready. Her dry mouth said it, too.

  “No pain, no gain.” Devlin quoted, giving her back a forceful shove. She stumbled into the room, giving Devlin a damning look over her shoulder. He ignored the look, content to lounge against the door frame and study the room before them.

  Catching her balance, Brianna spotted her father propped up on two pillows. Good Lord, he looked terrible. It was as if the current illness was being directed at him, as well as her mother. Seeing his head turn at her clumsy entrance, she moved to the bed. Once there, she dangled the Pentagram in front of him. She chanted softly.

  “I stand here in your guardian light; empower this amulet with all of your might. Dispensation of a day is all that we ask; please accept this request as the Council’s new task.” She lowered the Pentagram. “Hello, Papa.” She bent and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave his back a soothing pat. He returned the hug and then pushed her away, brushing his left cheek quickly.

  “Dispensation granted, daughter. Bless the Goddesses for bringing you here.” A sudden spasm of coughing derailed his greeting, and his hand shot to his mouth for cover. A minute later, his voice was quivering. “As you can hear, I’m in bad shape. It’s as if whatever happened to your mother has latched itself on to me.”

  Brianna shook his arm.

  “Devlin and I will pinpoint the problem for you.”

  His gaze shot to the doorway, and Brianna saw him smile. He held out his hand for Devlin, who moved and shook it firmly. With his free hand, he reached out for Brianna. “My two magic makers finally here. I can rest easy now.” His gaze swung to the chair across from the bed. “I know Sienna has a fighting chance now that Devlin and Brianna have come, Francis. They’ve only to examine the circle and tell us how to make things right.”