Charmed Vengeance

by Suzanne Lazear

  Noli sat at the workbench in her room, frowning at the open magazine. A large wire spool sitting on the worktable served as a base, since she needed something round with a hole in the center in order to weave her watch chain and had no hatbox to sacrifice. She put her finger on the red strands she was weaving together and re-read the previous step in the article.

  Ah, that’s what was wrong. She undid the last row, redid it, and continued on. Weaving the watch chain out of Charlotte’s hair was going to take longer than expected. Fortunately, the sprite adored this craft and Noli used it as a bribe to keep her in check, especially since she detested thinking or getting dirty—pretty much everything an engineer did. The last thing Noli needed was the sprite attempting a takeover as she tried to make repairs.

  Someone knocked on the door. “Noli?”

  “Come in, Jeff.” Noli continued weaving the red hair in the intricate pattern. “How did everything go?” They’d gone aloft awhile ago, presumably headed for Denver.

  “Very good.” Jeff strode in and surveyed her handywork, hands behind his back. “Amazing what you did you this place. Where did the fabric come from?”

  The burgundy fabric, only a little faded and dusty, had been draped about the walls along with the accompanying swags and ribbons. The effect was quite fancy, like living in a spice box.

  Noli looked up at Jeff as she wove. “Is a soiled dove what I think it is?”

  Jeff’s lips puckered. “Where did you hear that term?”

  “Winky brought me a box of things that belonged to a soiled dove who once lived aboard. That’s a woman of ill-repute, right?” She marked her place with a cog so she wouldn’t lose her spot in her intricate weaving.

  “Um, yes.” He squirmed in place, obviously uncomfortable with the topic. “And I should talk to Winky,” he muttered under his breath.

  “I thought it was sweet, it was only a few baubles, the fabric, a hair brush …” Some very risqué novels she wouldn’t mention. “I’m not actually sure what this is.” Noli held up a cylindrical object about a foot long made of smooth, hard material.

  Jeff snatched it out of her hand. “I’ll take that.”

  Noli blinked. “But what is it? I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

  A look of terror spread across his face as he tucked it in one of his vest pockets. “Um, I’ll let Vix explain that to you.”

  Like she’d ever ask her. Her brother’s discomfort at the plain object seemed odd. What could it be?

  “You like the room then?” Noli changed the subject. The sprite preened, quite happy with her decorating, given what they had to work with. Her books, tools, and few toilette articles shared shelf space with books and tools left by the previous occupants. Clothing had been stowed in her footlocker. The doll Jeff won her sat on her hammock along with her pillow and blanket.

  Jeff took everything in, one hand rubbing his chin, which was in need of a shave. The other hand stayed behind his back. “How much did you manage to fit in that bag? A pillow and blanket, several dresses, books, hats … is that father’s tool box?”

  Whoops. “I … I told you, it’s bigger than it looks.” She didn’t meet his eyes.

  “I brought you a present.” He held out his other hand and presented a pot of tiny pink roses, each bloom a minuscule replica of what she grew in her garden in Los Angeles.

  “For me?” She took the pot and inhaled their sweet scent. “Oh, Jeff, I appreciate this so much. When I asked you to bring me a plant, I didn’t think you’d bring me roses. I’ve never seen ones this small before. They look like doll roses.”

  They are darling, the sprite gushed. Even the high queen doesn’t have tiny roses in her gardens.

  Jeff beamed at her praise. “I knew you’d like them. I bought them off a Swiss merchant. The windows of his ship were full of them.”

  Window boxes on an airship? What an excellent idea.

  “They’re wonderful.” She sat them on the workbench next to her weaving.

  “What are you making?” Jeff squinted at her project.

  Noli repositioned the roses. So, so pretty. “A watch chain.”

  “Oh, is that what it is?” He made a face as if he’d never seen hair weaving before—which he, being a boy, may not have. “Supper’s about ready. Asa isn’t a bad cook, he just prepares strange meals.”

  She stood, smoothing the wrinkles from her dress. “I’m still wearing my work dress, should I change?”

  Her cheeks warmed. How idiotic she sounded.

  Jeff made a concerned face that was becoming all too familiar. “No, Noli, you don’t have to dress for supper here.”

  “Of course, how silly of me.” Part of her wanted too. The sprite had slipped a couple of nicer gowns into the bag.

  He offered her his arm. “Let’s see what strange concoction Asa made tonight.”

  They strolled into engine room. Noli frowned and went over to the hybrid engines which were part inside and outside the back of the ship. The off-kilter hum filled her ears.

  “Can’t you hear it, Jeff?” She put her hands out, not quite touching the large one in the center. “Something sounds wrong.”

  Jeff shook his head. “I’m a pilot, not an engineer. If you think something’s wrong, I’ll make sure you get time to do your diagnostic.”

  “That would be helpful,” she replied as they left the engine room. “I’d hate for something to go wrong with the engines when we need them most.”

  “And some for little sister.” Asa put a spoon full of yellow stew on Noli’s plate then passed the bowl on to Thad. His face screwed up in distaste, but he plopped several spoonfuls on his plate anyway.

  “What is it?” Noli took a piece of flat bread off another plate then passed it to Jeff.

  Asa smiled at her, dunking his bread in his food. “Just try.”

  She tentatively took a bite of the thick stew. The strange spices exploded across her tongue and she nodded. “This is delicious. Not like anything I’ve tried before, but very good.”

  Everyone talked about their plans for Denver. Apparently they were docking in Denver for a few days. Excellent. First order of business, figuring out why the engines were unhappy.

  After supper Thad brought out a bowl full of apples.

  Vix eyed them dubiously, then took one. “Did hell freeze over?”

  “I just thought I’d share. Got them in port.” He offered the bowl to Noli. “Little sister?”

  Noli took one of the shiny red apples. “I appreciate your generosity, Thad.”

  He passed around the bowl. Winky took his and retreated into the bowels of the ship where he spent most of his time. The captain bit into hers. Noli withdrew her knife from her boot, cut a piece off, and popped it in her mouth, savoring the sensation of the sweet, crisp flesh.

  “Mmm, these are so sweet.” Noli cut off another piece and ate it. She realized everyone stared at her and squirmed. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “You cut your fruit with a knife before eating it?” Vix sneered.

  “Of course.” She didn’t see the problem, though she should be using a fork as well.

  “She can cut her apple with a knife if she’d like.” Jeff squeezed Noli’s shoulder. “Every time I bite into a piece of fruit I can hear my mother lecturing me in my head.”

  Noli chuckled, imagining her mother snapping Jeffery Cornelius Braddock, what sort of gentleman are you from across the table.

  “That’s an exquisite knife. Where did you get that?” Jeff peered at the little knife. Green stones formed a pattern on the golden hilt.

  “It belonged to Charlotte.” Noli sliced off another piece of apple.

  “That is quite fancy,” Asa replied as he cleared the table.

  “Eh, it’s a girl’s knife, so little and sparkly.” Thad took a swig from his flask. “Couldn’t even clean your nails with such a bitty thing. Not good for nothing but playing darts and slicing apples.”

  Noli examined the bejeweled, filigreed knife abou
t as big as her index finger. “Well, Charlotte was a girl, though she preferred cribbage to darts.”

  After Charlotte had died, James gifted it to her, saying Charlotte had wanted her to have it. Noli loved it because it was Charlotte’s. The sprite liked it because it was shiny.

  Also, wouldn’t an air pirate have a boot knife?

  “We should teach her how to throw knives,” Asa replied. “So she can defend herself.”

  Thad nodded. “And win money in air terminal bars.”

  How could did one do that? Not that she planned to ever be in an air terminal bar.

  “Please? I’d like to learn to defend myself,” she told them. Then perhaps Vix wouldn’t think her quite so useless.

  “You will do no such thing,” Jeff snapped. With a sigh, his brow furrowed. “Noli, did you see Charlotte after you both left the school? Did you run away to her?”

  “Yes … and no.” Noli busied herself with slicing off more apple. “It’s complicated, but yes, I saw her in between leaving the school and her passing on.”

  “Where? Did you go to Georgia?” Jeff pried, taking another bite.

  Ugh. How did she get out of this?

  “No, James took her back to the big house and stayed with her there until it was time.” The words poured out as the sprite spoke for her.

  “The big house?” Jeff made a face.

  “Where V and James lived before they moved to Los Angeles.”

  Noli wrestled with the sprite for control before she said something incriminating.

  Jeff blinked. “What?”

  The sprite wouldn’t budge. “James is really sad now that she’s gone so he went with V on his errand for their mother.”

  Jeff paused, apple halfway to his mouth. “I thought their mom was dead.”

  Noli shoved the sprite back into her mental closet and sighed, trying to ignore the stab of pain slicing through her mind as she retook the body. “It was easier to tell people she was dead than the truth—she abandoned them. It’s not a happy story. Anyway, James and V recently made contact with her. She doesn’t like me much. I think that’s why he broke it off with me—because she forced him to. After he returns we’ll figure out how be together again.”

  Somehow. The more she thought about it, the more it smacked of Queen Tiana. Mr. Darrow preferred subtlety.

  “And we’re not going to find a way to be together simply because I have some societal need to be with a man. I can make my way in the world without a husband just fine. But I enjoy being with him,” she added when Vix frowned in disapproval.

  Jeff’s eyebrows knitted. “Noli, I’m very confused. When did you meet his mother? Is she in Los Angeles? And, well, if she abandoned them, why would he listen to her? I could see how Mr. Darrow might take issue with you and Steven courting … ”

  “Wait, that’s why you’re here?” Vix’s face contorted in dismay, apple weighing in her palm as if she were about to throw it. “You’re fleeing Los Angeles because some boy breaks it off with you because his mother made him?”

  “It’s complicated.” It wasn’t as if she could tell them V could never disobey an order from the high queen, or that he was Fae, or the big house was V’s home in the Otherworld and he was actually a prince of the earth court.

  Or that she was no longer mortal.

  “I … I’m sure it is. I need to return to the bridge and fly this tub before we crash. Perhaps you’ll sit and explain this all to me?” Jeff gave her a pleading look. “You could start with when you left the school. I’m still not precisely sure what occurred when you went missing.”

  That definitely wasn’t a story she could share with Jeff and Vix. “It’s fine, Jeff.” She finished her apple and tucked her knife into her boot. “Eventually V and I will figure it out. I’m sure as soon and he and James finish their errand he’ll get in touch with me. That’s why I left the note—so he could find me when he returns.”

  “Noli, if a boy won’t stand up to his parents in order to be with you, then he’s not worth it.” Vix shook her head, dark strands flying. “It doesn’t matter how handsome or wealthy he is. If he truly loves you, he’ll be with you. He’s not coming back. He’s not going to fix this.”

  Her voice wasn’t harsh, but Noli still bristled as their eyes met.

  “Yes he is.” Noli shot up out of her seat and threw away the apple core. “You don’t know him the way I do.” V valued his honor, his word.

  “Noli … ” Jeff put a hand on her sleeve.

  She looked into his eyes and what she saw made her knees shake under her skirts. “Wait—you don’t believe it either? But you know V.”

  “I knew him once, but you aren’t children anymore. Marriage and courting are complicated—especially among families like ours and with Mother’s situation being what it is … ”

  Noli’s jaw dropped. “I can’t believe you’re telling me this. He’ll come back.” Her throat swelled. “He will.”

  Without waiting for an answer, she ran down the stairs and into her little room. Clutching her little pot of roses, she curled into her hammock, not quite crying but upset nevertheless.

  Sometime later someone knocked on the door. “May I come in?”

  “No, you may not,” Noli sniffed, not wanting to speak to Vix, of all people. Whatever she meant about men not being worth it if they wouldn’t stand up to their parents didn’t apply to V since his parents weren’t mortal.

  “Please? I promised your brother and he gets cranky when he doesn’t get his way.”

  A sigh died on her lips. Vix did say please and she hadn’t spouted anything about this being her ship. Truly, since she was the captain Noli should say yes.

  “Well, we don’t want to make Jeff cranky because then he’ll become insufferable and make everyone around him miserable.” Noli sat up in the hammock, still holding the pot of roses. “You may enter.”

  Vix strode in. She closed the door and took a seat on the workbench. “They say you never truly get over your first love … and it can be very difficult when things don’t go the way you planned.” Vix held up a hand. “I’m not saying this to be mean … I’m saying this because when you spoke all I could hear was myself when I was about your age. I don’t want you to go through what I did.”

  Noli crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not you.”

  Vix laughed. “No, not unless you snuck into his barn, stole his prize horse, let the rest of the horses go, then lit the barn on fire.”

  Her jaw dropped. “You actually did that?” Noli scrunched her nose. “But who still keeps horses? You’re not that old.”

  Vix’s lips pursed as if holding in her gut reaction. “Plenty of people still use and raise horses. Some people like them for recreation or sport—these were race horses and very expensive. If I’d realized exactly how much race horses were worth I would have stolen more.”

  “He didn’t stand up against his parents?” Her voice softened.

  “No, he didn’t.” For a moment she looked far away. “In all honesty, it was the best thing that ever happened. It started a chain of events that changed my life. Otherwise, I’d never have become a captain, gotten my own ship or … ” She smiled in a way that seemed almost schoolgirlish. “Met your brother. You know Jeff and I are …

  He told me, and well, now that I’ve met you, I can see why.” Noli smiled back. Jeff never liked proper girls any more than Noli liked being a proper girl. Also, he loved things that flew more than anything. Any girl that could capture his attention would have to share that passion.

  Vix’s smile grew wry. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

  “Usually.”

  On the bench Vix squirmed a little. “Noli, there’s no chance you might … be of a delicate condition, is there? No one will be angry, no one will blame you, but since you’re on my ship I need to know.”

  It took a moment for Vix’s words to penetrate Noli’s brain. Her jaw dropped. “No…that’s not why at all… how…”

  “It happe
ns—more than you think, even among society girls.” Vix’s shoulders relaxed, her expression returning to her usual cool one.

  “No … no, that wasn’t it at all.” Anger welled up inside her. “First of all, he’d never do that. Second of all … ” Embarrassment replaced her fury. “We never …” They’d never done that for that precise reason.

  For a moment Noli thought Vix might sneer at her lack of experience, or worse, think she was lying or that she was some dollymop who irresponsibly did things with boys.

  Instead, Vix nodded, face devoid of judgment. “I needed to ask.”

  “It might be difficult to fix engines when you’re in the family way.” Noli tried to smile.

  “In that time that you … disappeared … did anyone … hurt you?” She didn’t sound completely sure of herself, but didn’t avert her glance as if embarrassed. “We don’t know what happened to you, and well, Jeff is worried.”

  Noli bristled, remembering the conversation she’d overheard her first night on the ship. “No one hurt me … ”

  Not in any way that left marks on her body. Some of the punishments at Findlay House left marks on her soul. The feeling of water pouring down on her face still made her heart race and caused her to gasp for breath.

  “Where did you go? Jeff thinks you were kidnapped.” Familiar notes of disbelief tinged her voice.

  Noli sighed. How would she explain making a wish, falling into the Otherworld, and Kevighn trying to get the magic to bind her as the sacrifice?

  She couldn’t. Not to her mother. Not to Jeff. Certainly not to Vix. Speaking about the Fae and the Otherworld would cause them to think she had gone round the bend … and if she wound up in an asylum …

  It was difficult not to shudder.

  Vix looked at her expectantly. Noli groaned inwardly. There was only one way to get out of this, since it looked as if the captain required an answer.

  Noli tried to plaster her face with an expression both spoiled and wounded. “I …I don’t want to talk about it.” The rawness in her voice was surprisingly real as her eyes met Vix’s.