Cate Tiernan - The Calling

“Where are you going?” I asked, feeling forlorn.

“Museum of Natural History,” Robbie said briefly. He’d barely spoken to me since our argument.

“Want company?”

“Not really.”

“Okay,” I said, trying not to show how much that hurt. “But Robbie? I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said yesterday. I need to talk to you about it. Um—can I walk you to the subway?”

After a moment he nodded, and I put my coat back on. We walked up to Twenty-third Street. Robbie’s plan was to take the bus across to Eighth Avenue, where he could pick up the C train. The wide cross street was jammed with buses, trucks, and taxis. An ambulance and a fire truck, sirens wailing, tried to make their way through the gridlock. Talking—or rather, hearing—was almost impossible.

“Want to stop in a coffee shop?” I shouted over the commotion. “My treat.”

“Not really,” Robbie said again. He stepped forward as a bus pulled up to the stop.

I gritted my teeth. “Okay,” I said. “We’ll talk on the bus.”

Fortunately the bus wasn’t too crowded. We got a seat together. “I want to apologize to you,” I said. “You were right—I shouldn’t have messed with that woman.”

Robbie looked straight ahead. He was still angry.

“This being a blood witch and having power, it’s still kind of new to me,” I went on. “I’m not saying that excuses what I did. Only that I’m still getting used to it, still trying to figure out when I should and shouldn’t use magick. And the truth is, the power is a kick. I get tempted to use it when I shouldn’t. So I’m probably going to screw up now and then.”

Robbie folded his arms across his chest. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

I sighed. “You’re not making this easy.”

He looked at me coldly. “You can make it easy. Just cast a spell on me.”

I winced. “Robbie, listen. I promise I’ll be more careful. I give you my word that I’m going to be more conscious and try not to abuse my power. And I’ll never put you in a bad position again.”

Robbie shut his eyes. When he opened them, the anger was gone and in its place was sorrow. “Morgan, I’m not trying to punish you. I just don’t know how to trust you anymore,” he said. “I don’t know how we can be friends. I don’t want to lose you, but—” He raised his hands in a gesture of helplessness. “You’ve got all the power. The playing field is nowhere near level. That makes it pretty hard to have a real friendship.”

I felt my hope draining away. I’d assumed that we would talk and everything would be okay again. Robbie and I had never stayed angry with each other before. But Robbie was right. Things were unequal. I was operating in a different realm now, with different rules.

He got off the bus, and I followed him down the steps into the subway station. The train came, and we got on it.

“So, my being a blood witch means I’ve got to lose your friendship?” I bit down on my lip to keep from crying as the train moved out of the station.

“I don’t know,” Robbie said. “I don’t know what to do about it.”

We hurtled through several stops, during which I did my best not to break into tears. Things with Bree would never be the same. And now I was losing Robbie, too. Why did being a blood witch mean I had to give up my best friends?

The subway came to a stop at Seventy-second Street, and I glanced at the map. The next stop was Robbie’s.

“I don’t want to give up on our friendship,” I said stubbornly. “I need you. I need Robbie who’s not a blood witch and who knows me better than almost anyone. I—” I wiped my nose. “Robbie, you’re one of the best people I’ve ever met. I can’t bear to lose you.”

Robbie gave me a long, complicated look—sympathy, love, and a weary exasperation all bound together. “I don’t want to give up on us, either,” he said just as the subway rolled into the Eighty-first Street station. “You want to come see some dinosaurs?”

“Sure.” I managed a shaky smile.

We got off the train together, but as we walked through the turnstiles, a cloud of intense exhaustion dropped down over me. Then came vague nausea.

“Uh…Robbie? I think I need to bail on the museum.”

“After all that? You won’t even see dinosaurs with me?”

“I want to, but I feel really wrung out all of a sudden. I think I just need to sit down for a while.”

“You sure?” he asked.

I nodded. I wanted to give Robbie a hug, but by this time I was focusing on not throwing up. He hovered uncertainly for a moment. Then he said, “Okay. See you later,” and walked toward the museum.

I crossed the street to the park and sat down on one of the benches. The nausea hadn’t let up. If anything, I felt worse, weak and disoriented. I shut my eyes for a second.

When I opened them again, I was no longer looking at the wide steps and columns of the museum. The scene in front of me had changed.

A blur of gray-brown branches. Across from them, a tall, narrow house obscured by snaky, tangled wisteria vines. Sirens and an emergency light flashing, cars speeding by. A doorbell hidden in a stone gorgon’s head. Screams and the sound of a struggle. A man’s voice, familiar but somehow terrifying. Blurry figures wearing animal masks. A bound figure, lying on a stone table.

I felt something nudging my ankle, and I snapped out of the vision with a cry, startling the poor dog who was sniffing my shoe. The dog’s owner pulled it away, giving me an indignant look.

Goddess, what was that? I wondered. I’d never had anything like it before—a waking vision, something that just came to me with no prompting. It was clearly connected to the dream I’d had. But it was different—more real somehow. Was I seeing Killian being tortured by Amyranth?

I had to talk to Hunter. I sent him an urgent witch message. Then I sat there, shaken, waiting for him to answer. But there was no response. Hunter, now is not the time to ignore me, I thought. I tried again, letting my fear permeate the message.

Still nothing. I felt a flicker of fear. It wasn’t like him to ignore an urgent summons. Had something happened to him? After waiting another minute I tried Sky. But she didn’t respond, either. Were my messages even getting through?

Trying not to give in to panic, I found a pay phone and pulled out the phone card my parents had given me for emergencies. I punched in the number of the apartment. No one answered, but I left a message just in case Hunter or Sky came in.

Next I called Bree’s cell phone. Bree picked up at once. “Speak,” she said loftily.

“It’s me,” I said. “Where are you?”

“In a cab, stuck in traffic.” She sounded irked.

“Bree,” I said, “I think I saw Killian.”

“What? Where?”

I told Bree about the vision I’d just had. “I’m sure Ciaran’s got him, only I can’t figure out where they are. I’ve got to find that house,” I finished. I thought of how Hunter had used what we’d seen when I’d scryed to find Killian. Maybe Bree and I could do the same thing. “I need your help.”

“Okay.” Bree sounded hesitant. “Um—what can I do?”

“You know the city better than I do,” I said. “Think about what I described and help me figure out where it might be.”

“Oh, I get it. Cool idea,” she said. “Um—okay, you say you saw a blur of branches?”

When I said yes, Bree said, “It sounds like this house you saw was by a park. Maybe Central Park.”

“Right. Makes sense,” I said, feeling a flicker of excitement.

“Okay, now, where, exactly, were the trees?”

I closed my eyes and tried to call up the vision. “I was standing on a corner. The house was across a narrow street from me, and the blur was in my right eye. I think the trees were across a wide street from the house. Yeah, the house was on a corner. The front door faced a side street…. At the corner there was a wide avenue, and the trees were on the other side.”