Curran’s face turned carefully blank. “Yes, I did.”
“Did you do anything to scare him?”
“I was perfectly friendly.”
“Mhm.” Please continue with your nice story. Nonjudgmental.
“He was putting things into the mailbox. I was passing by and I said, ‘Hello, nice night.’ And then I smiled. He jumped into his truck and slammed the door.”
“Rude!” Julie volunteered.
“I let it pass,” Curran said. “We’re new to the neighborhood.”
The former Beast Lord, a kind and magnanimous neighbor. “So you sneaked up behind him, startled him by speaking, and when he turned around and saw a six-hundred-pound talking lion, you showed him your teeth?”
“I don’t think that’s what happened,” Curran said.
“That’s exactly what happened, Your Furriness.” I laughed, pulling off my boots.
“George called,” Julie said. “Twice.”
“Did she say she found out anything?” I asked.
“No, she just wanted to know what was happening. Also, some person called Sienna called and left her number. I put it on the board.”
Sienna was the Maiden of the Witch Oracle. Officially the Atlanta witch covens were independent of each other. Unofficially, they all listened to the Witch Oracle, consisting of three members: the Crone, the Mother, and the Maiden. Each of the three had unique powers. Sienna saw into the future. My stomach sank. She never called me. The last few times I spoke to the Oracle, I had been summoned to their lair in what once was Centennial Park.
I went to the phone, checked the number written on the small chalkboard above it, and dialed.
“Hello?” a young woman said on the other end.
“Sienna, this is Kate.”
“I am glad you called.”
“Does this mean the Oracle decided not to curse me into oblivion?” The witches and I had made a deal: they would help me and I would keep my father from claiming Atlanta. When I claimed the city instead, they didn’t take it well.
“I’m not talking to you as a member of the Oracle,” Sienna said. “I’m talking to you as a woman whose life you saved. I look into your future, Kate. For obvious reasons.”
The witches were worried that I would move against the covens. Me and all of my great power that I had no idea how to access or use.
“In the past I saw your futures. They were many and varied. Lately I’ve been having the same vision over and over. I see a man standing on a hill. The day is full of sunshine. The sky is bright and blue and the grass under his feet is emerald-green. His face is a smudge and every time I try to concentrate on it, I meet a wall of resistance. He is holding something—I can’t see what it is, but I know it’s vital—and then he turns and walks away. I think the man is your father. I can’t think of anyone else connected to you with enough power to deliberately obscure my vision.”
On that we agreed. “Any hint at all at what he might be holding? How big is it?”
“It’s . . . a blur. It feels like a weapon, Kate. It frightens me.”
Great. “Thank you. Will you tell me if you see anything else?”
“I will consider it.”
“Thanks again.”
I hung up. Curran glanced at me. Shapeshifter hearing surpassed human, and he would’ve heard the entire conversation. Whatever my father was cooking up, it would be bad for us. Catastrophically bad. I so didn’t need this right now.
The downstairs bathroom door opened and a thin man stepped out. His hair was pure white and his eyes, bright blue, were like the clear sky—not a single thought in sight. Oh no.
Christopher saw me. His eyes sparkled. He smiled as if given a precious gift and uttered one happy, quiet word. “Mistress!”
• • •
I SLUMPED AGAINST the wall. Christopher used to be brilliant. He also used to work for my father. We never got the whole story out of him, but something he had done displeased Roland, who punished him and then gave him to Hugh d’Ambray, who put him into a metal cage and was slowly starving him to death when I got him out. Christopher referred to himself as shattered, and that’s exactly what he was. His mind floated about, broken into a thousand shards, and you never knew which particular shard was in control. Sometimes he was so smart, it hurt; at others, he was childlike; and then occasionally he did things like climbing to the top of one of the Keep’s towers and trying to take flight. He was convinced he used to know how to fly and that he still could, if only he remembered. Usually it took me or Barabas to talk him down.