Moira Rogers - Crux

Hunger finally woke Mackenzie. The spot next to her on the bed had been empty long enough for the sheets to cool, which meant Jackson had left her to sleep longer than she’d meant to. Her stomach rumbled its annoyance as she rolled over in the strange bed and squinted through the darkness of the room at the clock on the bedside table.

Midnight . She heard the murmur of voices as she rose and padded to the bathroom. Alec and Jackson, by the timbre of the sound, though she couldn’t quite make out the individual words.

Washing her face and rebraiding her hair made her feel less groggy. She watched her reflection in the mirror as she tied off the end of the braid, and studied her neck and the prominent love bite Jackson had left the night before. She’d long ago passed the age where hickeys were amusing, but something inside her took intense pleasure in the visible proof. That same thing had purred in pleasure when she’d seen the mark of her own teeth on his throat, a blatant reminder that he was hers.

She tossed the braid over her shoulder and traced her fingers over the mark. Warmth rose in her at the memory, along with a desire she had to put out of her mind for now. Her life was in imminent, serious danger, and while the adrenaline might make the idea of sex appealing…

Living long enough to have lots and lots of it is way better.

It wasn’t until she reached to open the hallway door that Mackenzie realized there weren’t two voices coming from the other room. There were three, and one of them was a woman.

One of them was Mahalia.

Guilt paralyzed her. She froze with her fingers wrapped around the knob and her heart pounding, literally unable to twist her hand. Opening the door would mean walking out and facing Mahalia with the knowledge that Steven had died because of her.

She had no idea how long she stood there before a gentle knock on the door made her leap back, a startled cry catching in her throat.

The door cracked open and Alec stuck his head in, his expression sympathetic. “Hey. I heard you up and about. Thought I’d check on you.”

“I—” She tried to pull herself together. “I was just—”

“Yeah.” Alec came in, shut the door and leaned against it, his arms crossed over his chest. Though his stance looked intimidating, his eyes and voice were almost gentle. “Listen, kiddo. She’s hurting now, and nothing’s going to change that. I can’t promise she’s going to greet you with hugs and kisses. But not a damn one of us thinks you should have sat there like a damsel waiting for someone to rescue you. If you hadn’t grabbed at every chance to get the fuck out, you wouldn’t be the right kind of woman for Jackson.”

It was more than she’d heard from him for the entire length of their acquaintance. Her surprise must have shown on her face, because he chuckled. “You’re amazed I know that many words, huh? Well, here’s my secret, sweetheart. When you don’t talk much, people actually listen when you open your mouth, even if it’s only because they’re shocked.” He winked, pulled open the door and gestured to her.

I can do this. She squared her shoulders and nodded once before stepping through the door. “Thanks, Alec.”

He answered her with a smile before following her into the hallway, effectively cutting off her path of retreat. “You can do it,” he murmured, his voice echoing her thought.

Walking into the kitchen to face Mahalia was the hardest thing she’d ever done.

Mahalia sat on a stool at the island, her elbows on the counter. Jackson stood on the other side, a dish towel thrown over one shoulder, chopping vegetables. He gestured to the spot next to his mentor. “Kenzie. Have a seat. We were just talking.”

Mackenzie hesitated, but Alec’s presence at her back made it impossible to do anything but move forward into the kitchen. “Hello, Mahalia.”

The older woman kept her head down and her eyes on the coffee mug in her hands. “Mackenzie.”

Jackson opened a cabinet next to the range hood. “Are you hiding any more spices in here, Alec? Something besides salt and pepper?” His tone was determinedly casual.

“There’s steak rub in there.” Alec’s voice came from directly behind her, and Mackenzie felt his hand on her shoulder. He nudged her toward the stool and walked past her. “I don’t cook much, Jackson.”

“I was hoping against hope.” He glanced at Mackenzie as she slid onto the stool. “Tell me you like cream sauces.”

“Anything’s fine. I’m pretty hungry.” The tension in the kitchen made her fidget uncomfortably, but she had no idea how to break it.

Mahalia stared at the row of cabinets. She said nothing, but her hand inched slowly across the counter. She wrapped her fingers around Mackenzie’s and squeezed.

A lump formed in Mackenzie’s throat as she turned her hand over and clutched at Mahalia’s. She knew she shouldn’t speak, but the words tumbled out in a hoarse whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

Mahalia’s teeth sank into her full lower lip, and she shook her head.

Jackson pulled a carton of cream from the refrigerator. “Mahalia said she and Michelle thought of something. A way to beat Talbot.”

Her heart beat faster. “How?”

Mahalia cleared her throat. “There isn’t much any of us can do against Charles Talbot’s magic. But he’s just like any other Seer.”

Jackson put a steaming mug of coffee in front of Mackenzie. “If we get him in his cat form, he won’t be able to use his magic.”

She clutched the coffee mug and tried not to let her hands shake. “Can you do that?”

Mahalia turned to her, finally meeting her eyes. “There’s a spell, an old one, but it involves a lot of unsavory things, plus that time you don’t really have. On the other hand, another cougar Seer could do it without a spell.”

“I don’t understand.” She looked from Mahalia to Jackson and back. “I thought Seers were rare.”

He tossed the vegetables into a steaming pot. “That’s the part we’d gotten to, incidentally. Me reminding May that Charles Talbot happens to be the only cougar Seer we know of.”

Mahalia tapped her fingernails on the counter. “Don’t any of you people smoke?”

“May.”

She sighed. “No more Seers. But there’s one thing we could do.”

Mackenzie held her breath.

Jackson grunted in frustration, and Mahalia pointed a finger at him. “We have to turn you into a Seer.”

Alec spit out his beer with a choked noise. “You’re going to do what ?”

Jackson braced his hands on the counter and hung his head. “She’s lost her ever-loving mind, Alec. Around the fucking bend.”

“You both need to shut up. I’m not in the mood.” Mahalia shoved her mug at Jackson. “Warm that up. Michelle and I figured it all out. There’s something we can do, a relatively simple binding spell. For you and Mackenzie. The two of you together…”

He started shaking his head before she finished speaking. “No.”

Mackenzie ignored him and focused her attention on Mahalia. “The two of us together can what?”

Jackson snorted as he refilled Mahalia’s mug. “I’m a spell caster, and you’re a cougar. Put us together, and you’ve got a Seer. Only it’s not that simple, is it, May?”

“You and Jackson would share energy, but he would essentially become the human part of the equation,” Mahalia explained. “You’d have to remain in your cat form, or the effects of the spell would be broken.”

Mackenzie glanced at Jackson again. “So what? If it gives us the power to stop him, I’ll stay a cat as long as I have to.” If they were going to trap Charles as a cougar… An uncomfortably predatory part of her thrilled at the idea of being able to fight him. Maybe even kill him.