Suzanne Lazear - Charmed Vengeance

He clapped his old friend on the arm. “It’s good to be home.”

Ciarán was right; it was about damn time.

Noli’s mouth felt stuffed with cotton. She hurt too much to even consider moving. The door opened, but Noli kept her eyes closed.

“I brought you coffee, how’s the patient,” Vix whispered, the door closing behind her.

“Her fever’s not breaking,” Jeff murmured. “I’m worried.”

“We’ll be in Chicago soon to refuel. I think we should get Noli a doctor,” Vix replied.

“No, I think our best chance is to refuel, press on to Boston, and bring her to grandfather’s.”

Right, she was unwell. Her skin blazed and she wanted to drink a barrel of water—which, unfortunately, required sitting up.

“Jeff … do you actually think your family will welcome us?” Vix blurted. “It’s so sweet and old fashioned that you want me to meet them, but what if they turn us away? At least in Chicago we can find a doctor. She’s so pale and still.”

“Grandfather Montgomery is a lot of things—but he won’t turn us away on Thanksgiving, especially when I’m trying to do what’s right,” Jeff returned. “Also, if Noli’s unwell, it’s a non-issue. Mother will never allow Grandfather turn us away.”

For once Noli wanted her mother. Mama always knew how to make tea just right and when coddled eggs would be better than toast. Real sheets, cool ones which smelled nice, would feel so much better on her too-warm skin than hammock strings.

“Are you certain? It just feels so … risky.”

“We need to take her to Boston,” Jeff insisted.

Noli’s struggled to sit up. “I want to see Mama.” The words felt as thick as badly knitted socks, but if she didn’t speak up, they may stop in Chicago instead.

“Easy.” Jeff helped her sit, hammock rocking with her movement. “How do you feel?”

“Warm.” She shrugged off her blanket. “And thirsty.”

Jeff handed her a cup of lukewarm weak tea, which she drained in two gulps and returned to him. He placed it on the worktable, sat on her workbench, and picked up his own mug. Dark rings circled his eyes and stubble dotted his chin. Vix didn’t look any better as she leaned against the closed door. The three of them took up all the space, crowding the miniscule space.

Taking a handkerchief, Jeff dipped it in some water and handed it to her. Noli wiped her face with it. Her entire body throbbed and the tea did little to slake her thirst.

“Where are my roses?” She looked around.

Jeff gestured to her worktable. The wilted roses drooped, tiny leaves and petals raining onto the floor. “Would you like your pot of mint?”

“Please?” She just wanted to be near something green and growing.

“There you go.” He tucked the pot of mint in her arms and put the fallen blanket back on her lap. “Would you like something to eat?”

“I don’t feel like eating.” Really she just wanted to drink some water and go back to sleep. “I’d like some more tea or water, please.”

“I’ll get some.” Vix left.

“I want to see Mama.” She just didn’t want to be left behind in Boston. “I feel horrid.” Even her hair hurt. She noticed she still wore her blue dress and corset, though someone had removed her boots.

Jeff squeezed her shoulder. “We’re going to Boston. Grandfather will summon a doctor, and Mother will have the kitchen make you coddled eggs and tea.”

“And Mama and Grandmother will have your and Vix’s wedding all planned before we even finish Thanksgiving dinner,” Noli laughed. “Better you than me.”

Throwing back his head, he laughed. “True. You’ll help Vix out, won’t you?”

“Help me with what?” Vix returned with a cup in her hand, which she gave to Noli.

“I appreciate it.” Noli took a tentative gulp of water, wishing it were cooler.

“Why do you never say thank you?” Vix leaned against the door frame. “Is it because those words mean something to them?”

Nodding, she took another gulp of water. “I’ll help you with the legions of female relations who will spend all of Thanksgiving arguing if we should serve quail or pheasant at your wedding.”

A look of sheer and utter terror crossed Vix’s face. “We’re not getting married at Thanksgiving, are we?”

“I don’t think even Grandmamma can plan a wedding that quickly,” Noli joked as she finished her water. “Though she might try.”

“Noli, since you’re feeling a little better, could you please explain what’s going on here? I don’t understand— about you having magic, about that man calling you a sprite, about our neighbor being Fae.” Jeff squeezed her knee.

“Must I?” She looked away, stomach churning at the idea of talking about everything.

“Would you like me to leave?” Vix added.

Noli shook her head. “It’s the idea of telling the story that bothers me—not you hearing it.” She lay back down in the hammock, clutching the pot of mint. “In order for it to all make sense, I have to start at the very beginning. The day I regret will all my being. That was the day where everything changed. I’d finally managed to fix Father’s old Hestin Dervish Pixy and V and I took it out for a test flight … ”

“No, stop Miss Gregory, stop,” Noli screamed as Miss Gregory poured cold water over her face again and again, not stopping for more than a second. Her lungs burned and she gasped and sputtered for breath.

“Noli, Noli, calm down,” Jeff soothed, rubbing a damp cloth over her forehead. “You’re not at school; you’re safe on the ship with me.”

Noli felt torn between the two events, not knowing which was real. “Stop,” she sobbed.

“We’ve docked in Chicago to refuel,” Vix said from the doorway. “Are you certain we shouldn’t find a doctor … or other help?”

Noli just wanted Miss Gregory to stop. If she didn’t get a good breath in soon she’d suffocate. Her lungs screamed for air.

“Other help?” Jeff stroked her face. “Shhh, everything is going to be just fine, Noli.”

“It’s a bit of a coincidence she fell ill immediately after that Brogan fellow threatened her. I swear I saw his hands …do something. Honestly, Jeff, I think maybe, especially after hearing Noli’s entire tale, we should stop doing business with them.”

Noli’s breathing eased, but she shivered … and thirst parched her throat.

“You think he did this?” Jeff asked.

“You heard what he did to his own family,” Vix replied. “And he kept talking about her being out of her element—I’m certain we’re missing something here.”

“If it were as simple as finding Steven, perhaps. Those two always have been the best of friends. But I wouldn’t know where to even start to look for him. I wouldn’t trust anyone else—not even, no especially , Kevighn.” Jeff sighed, head in his hands. “I can’t believe our neighbors are faeries. ”

“I miss V,” Noli squeaked. She remembered a little now, and she’d left Kevighn’s role out of the story as much as she could.

Jeff stroked Noli’s cheek and even that gesture hurt. “You’re too warm.”

“I’m cold ,” Noli shivered, wincing at the pain it caused. “May I have another blanket?”

“We should get a doctor before it’s too late.” Vix pressed a cup of water in Noli’s hand. “Here, drink this.” She helped Noli take sips of water.

“We need to get her to Boston—they’ll know what to do,” Jeff insisted. “Perhaps someone can pick up some broth for her. She hasn’t eaten much.”

Noli didn’t feel like eating, but it took too much effort to tell them that. She closed her eyes again, praying she didn’t have more nightmares about Miss Gregory—or Queen Tiana.