by Rachel James
He considered fudging his answer, but thought better of it.
“If we are to solve this ominous mystery, we must trace Sienna’s whereabouts before she entered the circle.”
“So you’ve come to interrogate us?” Margaret grumbled. “Shame on you!”
“Hush, Margaret. Devlin’s right. Someone must remember seeing her.”
“You, Margaret? When did you last see or speak with her?” Devlin queried. She wrinkled her brow, attempting to recall.
“We attended vespers on Sunday evening together. She stayed to help me mop up the kitchen . . .”
“Did she confide in you?” Devlin asked. “Mention that an un-Sacred circle had been cast?” Margaret’s face paled at the question.
“Heaven’s, no! Has there been a black circle cast?”
“It appears so.”
Fear, stark and vivid, glittered in her eyes. She shuffled her feet from under the covers and slid to the edge of the bed.
“I must find Rufus at once. The congregation must be gathered together for a protection blessing.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Eileen touted, “Stop her, Devlin. Brad has given strict instructions for her to stay in bed and recuperate.”
Devlin hopped from the bed, barring Margaret’s way.
“You must do as the doctor says, Margaret. Until your symptoms subside, you cannot participate in, or emcee a blessing.”
She frowned at his words, but slipped back into the bed and stuffed her feet under the sheets. Eileen banged the metal frame of her bed.
“I saw Sienna Sunday at the vigil, and then again at morning vespers on Monday. She seemed herself, asked no suspicious questions, never commented on anything amiss.”
“Was Francis at the vigil?”
“Yes, of course. He conducts Sunday vespers.”
“And Sally?”
Eileen’s brow furrowed.
“No, I don’t remember seeing her there. But then Danny attends the junior services on Sunday. Sally shadows him like a mother hen, so I can only assume that is where she was.”
Another sniff rocked the air.
“Sally is a loving, devoted mother. It is cruel of you to hint that she may have had something to do with Sienna’s collapse. Next, you’ll be spouting Francis is involved.”
Devlin saw a dangerous glint light Eileen’s eyes.
“I am making no such accusation. It is my responsibility as Second Elder to discover the truth of Sienna’s collapse. No stone can be unturned in accomplishing that task; if a member of the congregation is at fault, the Council must identify the person and sanction them immediately.”
“It is Rufus’s responsibility as Third Elder to head up any interviews. Yours is to set up those interviews and nothing more.”
Devlin cut in, bent on warding off another barrage of insults.
“Actually, it’s the Interim High Priestess’ responsibility to oversee things,” he said.
Eileen’s head whipped around.
“Did you say Interim High Priestess?”
“Yes, Brianna invoked her rights as High Priestess last night.”
Eileen’s face drained of color, while a screech from the far bed echoed shrilly.
“She did what?!” Margaret shot up as if to leave the bed again, and Devlin derailed her escape. Seeing his gesture, she slid back under the covers and gave him a nasty glare. Seeing it, Devlin knew what question would be next. Had a marriage taken place after the invocation? Eileen came to life on the bed.
“She married you, didn’t she? She invoked her rights, and then took a husband. That’s how it’s done. That’s how you were able to disrupt the barrier of the circle so quickly. What a brilliant move on her part, and what a lucky break for you, huh? Finally getting to marry her after all these years?”
Devlin heard the dripping sarcasm as he re-took his seat on the bed, but before he could offer a retort, Margaret intervened.
“You’re saying Brianna married you to halt this despicable illness? I don’t believe it.”
“I think it was extremely smart on her part,” Eileen countered. “I always knew she had Sienna’s powers, but to short-circuit a circle when it might harbor a spell within a spell. Oh, I wish I had been well enough to see how she did it.”
Devlin heard a hiss from his left and turned.
“You’ve something to add, Margaret?” he asked.
“Of course I do,” she stated firmly. “I intend to condemn this bogus wedding the first moment I see Rufus. You and Brianna have upset the balance of the community by returning and mocking our creed. If Rufus agrees, I will have plenty to say to you—none of it good.” Her gaze shifted to Eileen. “We shall devote our prayers tonight for protection and healing.” Her gaze shot back to Devlin. “You and Brianna will join us here for the prayers—to atone for causing such an imbalance in our spirits.”
“I don’t attend prayer meetings anymore,” Devlin stated, “And I’m quite sure Brianna has no intention of leaving her mother’s side this evening.”
“You will attend this one.” Margaret railed at him. “Brianna has set herself as a High Priestess, and she must act like one. She must lead us in prayer for her mother. And if there’s any possibility that her foolish stab at cleansing the circle has caused this horrendous illness to re-ignite—inadvertent or not—she must ask the congregation for forgiveness.”
Devlin frowned at her censure. The congregation would have a long wait if they expected an apology from Brianna. It was clear that he would have to reveal Sienna’s condition to the women. But how to do it tactfully?
“Sienna would never approve of unfocused prayers, you know,” Eileen interjected, attempting to break the sudden silence in the room. “She didn’t believe in random spell-making or a reckless stirring of the Guardians.”
Devlin’s hand sliced the air, cutting off any further criticism.
“Sienna is not dead. We found her alive in the circle.”
“Alive? Impossible!” Margaret exclaimed, shifting her feet beneath the covers.
“Five days down, and still alive?” Eileen marveled. “It’s unheard of.”
“It can’t happen,” Margaret continued to snuffle. “Francis says so. And he is certainly well-versed in performing the most elaborate of rituals. He’s as good as Sienna in my estimation.”
Devlin heard the edge in her voice and responded.
“Was Sienna having problems with Francis?” he asked. “Something that might tie into her collapse?”
“Good heavens, no!” Margaret responded, snapping her mouth shut and giving Devlin a forbidding glare. “Francis wouldn’t hurt a fly. Ask anyone.”
Devlin’s gaze shot to Eileen, who glanced at the wall over his shoulder.
“If you know something, Eileen . . .”
“I suppose you’ll find out anyway from Charles or Rufus,” she stated, bringing her gaze back to him. “Sienna didn’t approve of Francis’s fast rise within the Elder ranks. She thought his motives lacked clarity, especially since Rufus fought against his being initiated as an Elder.”
“She told you that?”
“Of course, Sienna has always been honest with the Council regarding any pending appointment. She’d be a poor High Priestess if she didn’t.” She broke off speaking and Devlin saw a light flush stain her cheeks as she glanced at Margaret. “That came out as an insult to Francis, and I didn’t mean it to, Margaret.”
Margaret glowered at her.
“You owe Francis the apology, not me.”
“Honestly, Margaret, your devotion to Francis is admirable, but even you must admit that his circle skills can’t hold a candle to Sally’s.”
Devlin’s gaze shot to Eileen. Now here was a piece of information to be stuffed in the “suspect” category. Along with Eileen, Sally had the power to emcee a Sacred Circle.
Devlin heard a fractured wheeze.
“Francis can emcee rings around Sally. I don’t know why you’ve chosen to insult Francis instead of
supporting him. And why aren’t you offering me sympathy?” she stressed, her voice beginning to crack. “Sienna was my dearest friend, and I’m unable to leave this room to offer any kind of consolation to Charles.” She sought a tissue from a Kleenex box and wiped her eyes. “Oh, I wish Rufus was here.” The bed under Devlin’s rump jiggled, and he saw Eileen’s rash movement to leave her bed. Devlin signaled her back. Hopping from the bed again, he flung an arm around Margaret’s sagging shoulders.
“Rely on your faith to get you through this, Margaret.”
“I suppose you think I’m a foolish old woman for crying instead of daring to leave this room,” she remarked. “I suppose nothing ever rattles you.”
Devlin’s smile was tired as he squeezed her shoulders.
“You’re mistaken. Sienna’s collapse has knocked me for a loop.”
Eileen tapped the bed frame with her fingers again.
“I don’t mean to nag, Devlin. But the Council will need proof that the cleansing was successful. An entry must be logged in the Coven Book of Shadows, and the Council must give their blessing on its use.”
“The ritual is out of the box and not for public noting.” Devlin stated.
“She must give up the ritual—no matter how secret. It is the law.” Margaret huffed.
“As Interim High Priest of this coven, I won’t allow her to reveal the spell until we have brought this master of dark magic to trial.”
“You have no say in this matter,” Margaret muttered. “You gave up that right when you killed Brenda Carver.”
“Margaret!”
Devlin didn’t let Eileen smooth the way this time.
“I may have given up all rights to the Wicca faith when I left,” Devlin argued. “But my marriage to Brianna keeps me safe now. You can’t toss either of us out.”
“Well, of all the nerve!”
The door handle rattled, startling the trio from their conversation.
“What now?” Eileen asked, seeing Tommy’s rotund figure lounging on the doorframe of the open door. “Good heavens, Devlin, how many outsiders have you and Brianna brought with you?”
“Only one,” Devlin replied. “This is Brianna’s attorney and business partner, Tommy Cloisters. Tommy, this is Eileen O’Connor, Second Elder of the Council. And this feisty lady in the other bed is Margaret Lord.”
A grin crossed Tommy’s face as he moved forward with an outstretched hand.
“Good to meet you, Miss O’Connor. I hope you are feeling better. You too, Mrs. Lord,” he stated, swinging his gaze to the far bed.
A rare frown crossed Eileen’s forehead as she dropped Tommy’s hand.
“Why has Brianna brought an attorney with her? Is she intending to make allegations against us for Sienna’s collapse?”
Devlin heard a light cluck from Tommy.
“I’m not here in any kind of legal capacity, Miss O’Connor. I’m Brianna’s friend, besides her attorney.” His gaze bounced to Devlin. “I don’t mean to cut your visit short,” he stated. “But the doctor is looking for you.”
Devlin hopped from the bed and circled the rails. He gave a small wave to the women, which prompted another husky plea from Eileen.
“Please convince Brianna to come to the vespers this evening, Devlin—as a sign of good faith. It will prove that neither of you has an ulterior motive for being here.”
Devlin’s right eyebrow rose in surprise and, though Eileen blushed, she snuggled deeper under the covers and dismissed Devlin. “That didn’t come out right. I’m sure you’ve atoned for your sins in many ways since leaving us.”
Amused by her accentuated coughs, Devlin hid a smile and headed for the door.
“I’ll have Brianna stop in to visit—as a sign of her good faith in atoning for my sins.”
“Don’t be gnarly,” Eileen stated. “And by the way, congratulations on your marriage.”
Sketching a wave over his shoulder, Devlin exited the room with Tommy on his heels. Once in the hallway, he shook off the room’s negative energy. It wouldn’t do to have his aura saturated with streaks of grey shadows, like those surrounding the women’s frames. He felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned his head.
“What was that all about?”
Devlin lowered his voice.
“Things have gotten dicey since we left you.”
“Good God, what now?”
“Brianna is hell-bent on evoking an ancient ritual called The Weaving.”
“The what?”
“A formal hearing,” Devlin answered. “Like a town hall meeting—only it’s really a polite interrogation of the entire congregation.”
He saw Tommy’s nod.
“Should I be prepared for fire to rain down on both your heads?”
Devlin wagged his fingers at Tommy.
“It can rain on my head, but I’m not about to let the firestorm hit Brianna.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Tommy chided, following Devlin down the hall. Reaching the end of the corridor, Devlin paused and took a deep breath before rounding the doorframe. His back ached, and his muscles screamed, and he had increasingly uneasy feeling that something sinister was stalking him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE PLAN
Studying the comatose woman in the bed, Devlin realized he didn’t need to protect Brianna from anything. Since the marriage, he could feel her aura, no matter where she was. If someone wanted to harm her, he’d sense it long before she did. It was clear their marriage had fused them together somehow, like rain and springtime. Like satin sheets and naked bodies, his inner voice added. Like mind-blowing sex and roaming hands, he shot back. Now, if he could just find a way to convince Brianna that the Sisters of Fate wanted her to give herself to him, totally and unconditionally.
He surveyed the room, relieved to see the doctor hadn’t allowed the room to take on the feel of a funeral. No candles were lit, no flowers of bereavement were displayed, and the New Age music playing through the speakers had a peaceful quality to it. However, he still felt a flicker of something not quite right in the room.
Brushing the nape of his neck, he realized they should’ve followed Sienna directly from the clearing to the clinic, pressuring Brad into formulating a healing plan for her. Hell, they needed a healing plan for the entire community. A light touch on his sleeve had Devlin spinning on his heels with a ferocious curse.
“Dammit, Tommy! I forgot you were following me.”
“Sorry. I thought all you warlocks had second sight.” A cheeky grin surfaced as he stopped alongside Devlin and studied the heart monitors.
“You’ve been watching too many horror films,” Devlin told him. “In Wicca life, a witch is a witch—male or female. There’s no distinction.”
Tommy emitted a half-grunt.
“May I ask what you’re looking for? Do you suspect that some negative residue has followed Mrs. Sage into her coma?”
“No, she assigned the Guardians to prevent that. However, she’s beyond healing washes and herbal medicines. You have only to look at her to see that:”
Tommy dipped his head.
”It’s too bad you can’t tap into her thoughts. If you could, you’d know who is behind this tragedy.”
“And we wouldn’t have to wait on the Weaving. The interviews are going to take a full day and a half.”
“Does Mrs. Sage have days?”
“Yesterday I would’ve said no, but today it’s clear that her essence is so powerful that not even five days of obvious suffering could end her life.”
“It sounds like you’re saying she holds the power of God in her hands,” Tommy scoffed.
“She holds the power of the earth in her heart, and that makes her extraordinary. Spirit, or whatever you want to call the Creator, has seen fit to bless her with the good side of the power of three.”
Devlin’s gaze re-scanned Sienna’s serene features. What other task had Sienna assigned the Guardians to do? A frown skirted his lips. That secret would probably never be
unearthed. Reaching out, he seized her wrist, detecting a faint thrumming beneath his fingers. Her essence appeared to have split in two, leaving her susceptible to permanent physical damage.
“Something’s wrong. You’re scowling,” Tommy stated, studying the woman in the bed. “I refuse to believe things are as hopeless as everyone says.”
“So do I,” a deep voice stated from behind the pair.
Devlin and Tommy whirled in unison, startled to find the doctor joining them at the bed. They watched his contemplation of her tranquil features.
“Sienna’s essence has been thoroughly damaged, though I can’t pinpoint whether it was damaged five days ago, or five hours ago.” He shooed the pair back, and Devlin realized he was a man suffering from a torn conscience. If the damage had occurred five days ago, then the blame centered in the commune. If five hours ago? He didn’t intend to speculate on that.
Giving way to the doctor’s second wave, Devlin moved from the bed to find Brianna hovering in the doorway. Her meeting with her father had ended badly. She looked totally wrecked. And she had been crying. Her make-up was smeared and her lips devoid of their usual cherry lipstick. Tracking her thoughts, he crossed the room to her side.
“How bad was it after I left?”
Her hand flew to her cheeks, brushing away the caked streaks.
“Pretty awful. Papa says I’ve ruined your life, and condemned the commune to another Dark Time. And you don’t want to know what he thinks about using the marriage to cleanse the clearing.”
“Not if you value your sanity,” Charles said, eyeing Devlin while skirting Brianna’s form. He crossed the space and stopped alongside the doctor.
“As the Interim High Priestess, Brianna has evoked the ancient law of Weaving,” he stated. “I see no other recourse, but to suggest that the Elder Council abide by her decision.”
Brad frowned at the suggestion.
“Are you sure you want to put the congregation through that? They’re bound to bring up Brenda’s name.”
A sudden silence descended in the room, and Devlin watched Brianna drop into a chair alongside the bed.