James Swain - Dark Magic

“No, Max,” Milly said firmly.

“No?” he replied meekly.

“No.”

“I will always bow to your wishes, Milly.”

“Thank you. Let me explain. It is not your place, or mine, to tell Peter about himself or his family history. He must have the curiosity and desire to seek self-discovery. Once he goes down that road, he will learn quickly enough who he is, and what he’s capable of. It’s how the process works, and we must abide by it.”

“Should I lie to him?”

“If you must, yes.”

“But why? I’m closer to him than my own son.”

Milly placed her hand on Max’s forearm, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I know that. Be there for him. He’s a grown man. Stop treating him like a child.”

“Very well.” Max paused to gaze out the window, then looked back at his hostess. “Not to change the subject, but have you given any thought to how to deal with Wolfe?”

“I have,” she said. “Holly is moving in with me for the time being. The building is quite secure, and is wired into the local police. We’ll be safe here. You’re welcome to stay in one of the guest bedrooms, if you’d like. They’re quite comfortable.”

“Thank you, but I’m staying put in my apartment,” Max said. “I live across the street from a police precinct. It’s one of the safest areas of the city. Have you spoken to Reggie?”

“We talked earlier. Reggie wishes to remain in his apartment as well. You two should consider staying together. There’s safety in numbers, you know.”

“That’s not a bad idea. I’ll go over and see him right now.”

Max rose from the couch. Outside, the crows levitated in the air, hanging on their master’s every word. Such wonderfully obedient creatures, he thought. Perhaps in his next life, he could come back as a witch, and have a flock of birds follow him around as well.

“Good-bye, Max. Be safe,” Milly said.

“And you as well,” he replied.

“He’s gone,” Milly called out after the front door had clicked shut.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. You can come out now.”

“Did he leave his wallet on the couch? He does that sometimes.”

Milly glanced at the indented cushion beside her. “No. The coast is clear.”

Holly slipped into the living room from the butler’s hallway, and joined her aunt. She was dressed in her school uniform of faded blue jeans and a brown turtleneck, her hair pulled back in a bun. Her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed filled with nervous energy.

“Do you think Max knows I was spying on him?” Holly asked.

“It wasn’t spying,” Milly said sharply. “We need to know if Max is trying to protect Peter. Since you’re close to Peter, I thought it was best if you heard what Max had to say.”

“It certainly felt like spying.”

“Very well. You were spying on him. Now tell me, is Max trying to protect him?”

“I don’t think so, Aunt Milly.”

“Good.”

Holly gazed out the window. In profile, she bore a striking resemblance to her aunt. Witches carried powerful genes, and it was not unusual for descendants hundreds of years apart to look nearly identical. Milly was a direct descendant of Mary Glover, who’d been hanged during the Salem witch trials. Glover’s powers had included the ability to see into the future, cast spells that only she could break, and a strange sway over dogs, cats, farm animals, and birds. Holly had seen a portrait of Glover in an old book entitled Memorable Providences Relating to Witchcraft and Possessions. The resemblance had been uncanny, right down to their hairstyles, and the birthmarks on their chins.

“I have a question,” Holly said. “Are you really going to let Peter go it alone?”

“You heard what I told Max,” her aunt replied. “Peter must take this journey by himself. That’s how the process works, and there’s no getting around it.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“I am right.”

“I wonder what he’s told the FBI.”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

Holly looked at her aunt. “Do you want me to spy on Peter, as well?”

“I most certainly do. When was the last time you spoke with him?”

“This morning. He called to warn me about Wolfe. Oh my, look at the crows.”

Milly shifted her gaze. The crows were hovering in perfect rows, flapping their wings like the Radio City Music Hall Rockettes. There were times when she did not find their antics amusing. She flipped her hand, and they dispersed to the trees across the street, where they began to squawk up a storm. Even birds did not like to be dismissed.

“You seem distracted,” Milly said. “Is something wrong?”

Holly bit her lip and shook her head.

“You’re red in the face. Are you getting sick?”

“I feel perfectly well, Aunt Milly. Thank you for asking.”

“Good. Now here’s what I need you to do. I want you to contact Peter, and find out what he’s said to the FBI. Loose lips sink ships, as they say. Make certain that he isn’t talking to anyone else. He has a girlfriend, doesn’t he?”

“You mean Liza?”

“Do you know her?”

“She’s Peter’s assistant. I saw her at his show. She’s very beautiful.”

“Do you think he’s sleeping with her?”

“Aunt Milly!”

“Don’t act so shocked, my dear. It’s a perfectly legitimate question.”

“I would think so. They live together.”

“Damn.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Men are idiots when it comes to sex, and I’m sure Peter is no exception.”

Her niece was blushing. They’d talked about sex before, and it had been perfectly comfortable. Something was on her niece’s mind.

“Look at me,” Milly said.

Holly turned from the window to look at her aunt. A long moment passed.

“Oh, my God. You’re in love with him.”

Holly swallowed hard and nodded. “He loves me too. He said as much over the phone this morning. I’ve been in love with Peter ever since I could remember, and I think he’s always loved me. It just took something dreadful to happen for us to both acknowledge it.”

“But he has a girlfriend.”

“This is different.”

“You think he’ll leave her for you?”

“I’m not thinking that far ahead. Peter will decide when the time is right.”

Milly rose from the couch and crossed the room. She put her hand on her niece’s shoulder and looked her straight in the eye. “You are heading down a dangerous path, my dear. For your own good, please reconsider.”

Holly’s face clouded. “No.”

“Not even for my sake?”

“No. I won’t turn him away. Not even for you.”

Milly felt the air escape from her lungs. She had no one to blame but herself. It was her doing that Peter and Holly had formed a bond when they were young; what had she thought was going to happen? This was real, and there was no changing it.

Milly stared out the window. Of late, it seemed like so much of her time was spent here, gazing at the lush oasis of the park across the street. The habits of an old woman, she supposed. In the glass’s reflection, Holly slipped her arm around her aunt’s waist.

“Are you mad at me?” her niece asked.

“Never,” Milly replied.

“Disappointed?”

“Ask me after the shock wears off.”

Holly let out a little laugh, then her face grew serious. “Do you believe that things happen for a reason? Or is life just a random series of events that we have no control over?”

“Everything on this earth happens for a reason,” Milly said. “It is the nature of the order of the universe, whose mysteries we are forever trying to fathom.”

“I agree. Everything does happen for a reason. There is a reason why the Order of Astrum sent someone to kill us, and why Madame Marie and her husband have died. There’s also a reason why Peter is discovering the true extent of his psychic powers at precisely the same time. And there’s a reason why Peter told me he loved me. These things are connected.”