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Chapter Six
Chapter Six
HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN SHE'D BE EXACTLY ON time. Not late, not early, but on the button. Cybil had that preciseness about her. She wore a shirt the color of ripe, juicy peaches with bark brown pants that cropped off a couple inches above her ankles, and sandals with a couple of thin straps that showed off those intriguing narrow feet with their toes painted to match the shirt. She'd scooped that mass of curling hair back at the temples so he could see the trio of tiny hoops on her left ear, the duet of them on her right.
She carried a brown handbag the size of a bull terrier.
"I heard you had a visitor. I'll need you to tell me about it so we're sure nothing gets lost in translation. "
And right to business, he thought. "Fine. " He started back toward the kitchen. If he had to run through it again, he wanted his coffee.
"Mind if I get something cold?"
"Help yourself. "
She did. He watched as she pulled out the grapefruit juice and the diet ginger ale. "I'm a little put out she hasn't talked to me yet," Cybil said as she filled a glass with ice then proceeded to mix the two liquids in the glass. "But I'm trying to be big about it. " She glanced over, cocked an eyebrow as she lifted the glass. "Do you want some?"
"Absolutely not. "
"If I drank coffee all day the way you do, I'd be doing cartwheels off the ceiling. " She glanced at the cards spread out on the counter. "I interrupted your game. "
"Just passing the time. "
"Hmm. " She studied his card layout. "It's often called R¨¦ussite-or Success-in France, where some historians believe it originated. In Britain, it's Patience, which I suppose you have to have to play it. The most interesting theory I've come across is that in its early origins the outcome was a form of fortune-telling. Mind?" she asked, tapping the deck, and he shrugged his go-ahead.
She turned up the card, continued the play. "Computer play's given the game a major boost in the last couple decades. Do you play online?"
"Rarely. "
"Online poker?"
"Never. I like to be in the same room as my opponents. Winning's no fun if it's anonymous. "
"I tried it once. I like to try most everything once. "
His mind took a sidetrip into the possibilities of "most everything. " "How'd you do?"
"Not bad. But, like you, I found it lacked the zip of the real thing. Well, where should we do this?" She set her drink down to pull a notebook from the massive area of her purse. "We can start with you giving me the details of this morning's visitation, then-"
"I had a dream about you. "
Her head angled slightly. "Oh?"
"Given the X rating, you can have the option of sharing it with the others, if you think it applies, or keeping it to yourself. "
"I'd have to hear it first. " Her lips curved. "In minute detail. "
"You came to my bedroom upstairs. Naked. "
She flipped open the notebook, began to write. "That was brazen of me. "
"There was some moonlight; it gave the room a blue wash. Very sexy, very black-and-white movie. It didn't feel like the first time; there was a sense of familiarity when I touched you. The kind that said, maybe the moves would be a bit different, maybe we'd change up the rhythm, but we'd danced before. "
"Did we speak?"
"Not then. " There was interest in her eyes, he noted, and amusement-both on the cool side. And no pretense of embarrassment. "I knew how you'd taste, knew the sounds you'd make when I put my hands on you. I knew where you like to be touched, and how. When I was inside you, when we were. . . locked, taking each other, the room began to bleed, and burn. " The interest sharpened; the amusement died. "It rolled over us, that fire, that blood. Then you spoke. Right as it took us, right as you came, you said bestia. "
"Sex and death. It sounds more like an erotic or stress dream than foresight. "
"Probably. But I thought I should pass it on. " He tapped a finger on her book. "For your notes. "
"It would be hard not to have sex and death on the brain, considering. But-"
"Do you have a tattoo?" He watched her eyes narrow in consideration, and knew. "About this big," he continued, holding his thumb and forefinger a couple inches apart. "At the small of your back. It looks like a three with a small wavy line coming out of the bottom curve, then a separate symbol above-a curved line with a dot in the center. "
"That would be Sanskrit for the Hindu mantra of ohm. The four parts stand for the four stages of concentration, which are awake, asleep, dreaming, and the transcendental state. "
"And here I thought it was just sexy. "
"It is. " Turning, Cybil lifted the back of her shirt a few inches to reveal the symbols at the small of her back. "But it also has meaning. And since you obviously saw it, we'll have to consider your dream had some meaning. "
She let her shirt drop, turned back. "We both know that what we see is potential, not absolute. And that often what we see is crowded with symbolism. So, going by your dream, we have the potential to become lovers. "
"Didn't need to dream to get that one. "
"And as lovers we have the potential to pay a high price for the enjoyment. " She kept her gaze steady on his as she spoke. "We could further speculate that while you want me on a physical level, on the emotional and mental levels, you don't. The idea of us pairing off strikes too close to following suit behind our friends, and you don't care to fall in line. Can't blame you, as I don't either. It's also irritating-an irritation I share-to consider this pairing up could be part of a larger plan put into place hundreds of years ago. How am I doing so far?"
"You're hitting the highlights. "
"Then to finish up, I'd include the fact that your pessimistic nature-which I don't share-would sway your subconscious, or your gift, over to the get in, get off, get dead arena. "
He let out a short laugh. "Okay. "
"For me, I don't make decisions on lovers based on the possibility that orgasm might include being consumed by evil forces. It just takes all the romance out of it. "
"You looking for romance, Cybil?"
"Everyone is. It's the personal definitions thereof that vary. Why don't we take this outside, on the deck? I like spring, and it doesn't last long. We might as well grab some of it while it's around. "
"All right. " Taking his coffee, he opened the door to the back deck. "Are you afraid?" he asked as she moved by him.
"Every day since I've come here. Aren't you?"
He left the door open behind them. "I used to be. I used to spend a lot of my life being afraid and pretending not to be. Then, along the way, I got to the fuck-it stage. Just fuck it. Now, mostly, the whole business just annoys me. It doesn't annoy you. "
"Fascinates. " She took sunglasses out of her purse, slid them on. "I think it's good all of us don't have the same reaction. This way we cover more ground. " She sat at one of the tables on Cal 's deck, facing his back gardens, and the green woods that stood along their edges. "Tell me about Ann Hawkins. "
So he did, and she took her notes. "Three," she began. "Three boys, descended from her and Dent. Faith, that's Cal 's area. Believing not only in himself, in you, in the town, but having the faith to accept what he can't literally see. The past, what happened before him. Hope falls to Fox, and his optimism that he can and will make a difference. His understanding and trust in what is. Which leaves the vision to you-what can be-for better or worse. A second three-Q, Layla, me-falls in with that, forming subsets. Cal and Q, Fox and Layla, and now you and me. Three into one-three men, three women, three subsets, into one unit. We've accomplished that in a very real sense. Just as we accomplished re-forming the three pieces of the bloodstone into one whole. "
"Still doesn't tell us how to use it. "
"But she made it clear, at least to me it's clear, that we have what we need. There's no other tangible element. That's something. Tears. " Frowning, Cybil drummed h
er fingers on her notebook. "She wept for you, and if I'm interpreting correctly, she's saying I will. I'm happy to shed a few if it sends the Big Evil Bastard back to hell. Tears," she repeated, and closed her eyes. "They're often an ingredient used in magickal arts. I think they're usually female tears. You'll have your tears of a virgin, of a pregnant woman, of a mother, of an ancient, blah blah blah, depending. I don't know that much about it. "
"There's something you don't know that much about?"
She shot him an answering smirk, tipped down her sunglasses to peer at him over them. "There are worlds I don't know much about, but almost nothing I can't find out everything about. We need to see. She appears to be saying that while the other subsets may certainly be called on to do more in their specific areas, they've done the bulk of their job there. It's time to look ahead, and that's up to you and me, partner. "
"I can't whistle it up like a German shepherd. "
"Of course you can. It takes practice, concentration, and attention. All of which you're capable of or you wouldn't be able to make a living playing cards. What may be more problematic is both of us being capable of calling it up together, and narrowing in on one potential future event. "
She dug into her voluminous handbag again, and this time pulled out a deck of Tarot cards.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Tools," she said, and began to shuffle the oversized cards with some skill. "I also have runes, several types of crystal balls, a scrying mirror. At one point in my life I studied witch-craft very seriously, looking for answers as to why I could foretell. But like any religion or organization there are a lot of rules. The rules began to crowd me, so after a while, I simply accepted I had this gift, and my studies spread out in wider circles. "
"When did you first know?"
"That I could foretell? I'm not altogether sure. It wasn't like you, in a blinding flash. I've always had vivid dreams. I used to tell my parents about them, when I was a little girl. Or cry for them in the middle of the night if the dreams scared me. They often did. Or there would be what I'd have called d¨¦j¨¤ vu if I'd known the term as a child. My paternal grandmother, who had Romany blood, told me I had the sight. I did my best to learn how to refine it, control it. There were still dreams, some good, some bad. I often dreamt of fire. Of walking through it, of dying in it, of causing it. "
She did a quick spread. The colorful illustrations on the cards drew him closer to the table. "I think I dreamed of you," she said, "long before I met you. "
"Think?"
"I never saw your face. Or if I did, I couldn't keep it in my head when I woke. But in the dreams, or the visions, I knew someone was waiting for me. A lover, or so it seemed. I had my first orgasm at about fourteen during one of those dreams. I'd wake from those dreams, aroused or satisfied. Or quaking with terror. Because sometimes it wasn't a lover-or not a human one-waiting for me. I never saw its face either, not even when it burned me alive. " She looked up at him now. "So I learned all I could, and I learned how to keep my mind and body centered with yoga, meditation, herbs, trances-any and everything to stave off the beast in the dreams. It works most of the time. Or did. "
"Harder to keep that center here in the Hollow?"
"Yes. "
He sat, waved a finger at the spread. "So, what does the future hold?"
"This? Just a little personal Q and A. As to the rest. . . " She scooped the cards together, shuffled again. "Let's find out. "
She set them down, said, "Cut," and when he did she fanned the deck facedown on the table. "Let's try a simple pick-a-card. You first. "
Willing to play, he slid one out of the fan, and at her nod, turned it over. On the card, the couple was twined together, with her dark hair wound around their naked bodies.
"The Lovers," Cybil announced. "Shows where your mind's lodged. "
"They're your cards, sugar. "
"Mmm-hmm. " She chose one for herself. "The Wheel of Fortune-more in your line, if we're speaking literally. Symbolizing change, chance, for good or for ill. Take another. "
He turned over the Magician.
"Major Arcana, three for three. " The faintest of frowns marred her brows. "It's actually one of my favorite cards, not only the art, but it stands for imagination, creativity, magic, of course. And in this case, we could say it stands for Giles Dent, your ancestor. " She drew out another card, slowly turned it over. "And mine. The Devil. Greed, destruction, obsession, tyranny. Go again. "
He drew the High Priestess. And without waiting, Cybil chose the Hanged Man.
"Our maternal ancestors, despite the male figure in mine. Understanding and wisdom in yours, martyrdom in mine. And still all Major Arcanas, all absolutely apt. Again. "
He slid out and turned the Tower, and she Death.
"Change, potential disaster, but with the other cards you've chosen, the possibility of change for the positive, the potential to rebuild. Mine, obviously an end, and not so sunny when viewed with my other picks. Though it rarely stands for literal death, it does symbolize an absolute end. "
She lifted her glass. "I need a refill. "
He rose before she did, took the glass. "I'll get it. I saw how you made it. "
It would give her time to settle down, Gage thought as he stepped inside. However fascinating she found the process, the results of this particular experiment had shaken her. He knew something about Tarot himself-there was no area of the occult he hadn't poked into for answers over the years. And if he'd been betting on the pulls, he wouldn't have put money on two people drawing eight Major Arcana in a row out of a deck.
He fixed her drink, switched for his next round from coffee to water. When he went outside again, she stood at the rail looking out toward the woods.
"I reshuffled, recut. And I drew eight cards at random. Only two were Major Arcana, but oddly enough they were the Devil and Death again. " When she turned he noted she'd settled herself. "Interesting, isn't it? You and I together pull the most powerful and pointed cards. Because we were meant to, or because we, without direct purpose, foresaw where those cards were in the fan, and instinctively chose them. "
"Why don't we try another tool? Have you got your crystal ball in that duffel bag of yours?"
"No, and it happens to be Prada. Are you willing to try to look forward, to link our ability and see what happens?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"Accepting and exploiting, hopefully, the connection. I'm better able to focus during or after meditation, but-"
"I know how to meditate. "
"With all that caffeine in your system?"
He only tipped back his water bottle. "We'd better take it back inside. "
"Actually, I was thinking of out here, on the grass. The gardens, the woods, the air. " She took off her sunglasses, set them down on the rail, then wandered down the steps. "What do you do to relax, body and mind?"
"I play cards. I have sex. We could play strip poker, and after you lose I'll make sure we're both relaxed. "
"Interesting, but I was thinking more of yoga. " She slid out of her shoes, and into Prayer Position. With fluid grace she moved into a basic Sun Sign.
"I'm not doing that," Gage said as he followed her into the yard. "But I'll watch you. "
"It'll just take me a minute. And on your suggestion? We made a deal. We weren't going to have sex. "
"The deal was I wouldn't try to seduce you, not that we wouldn't have sex. "
"Semantics. "
"Specifics. "
From the Down Dog position, she turned her head to look up at him. "I suppose you're right. In any case. " She finished, then lowered to the grass to sit in the Lotus position.
"I'm not doing that either. " But he sat across from her.
