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Did I mention how my mother died? Last year, a small group of humans learned about the supernatural world and wanted to harness our powers, so they kidnapped a sampling of powerful supernaturals. One of those was Savannah's mother, Eve. Savannah had the misfortune to be home from school that day and was taken as well.
Eve, however, quickly proved more dangerous than her captors expected, so they killed her. As a replacement, they targeted my mother, the elderly leader of the Coven. My mother was taken, along with Elena Michaels, a werewolf. There they met another captive, a half-demon who would later kill my mother and blame Savannah--part of an intricate plot to take control of Savannah, and so gain access to a young, malleable, and extremely powerful neophyte witch.
That half-demon's name? Leah O'Donnell. The same name that now stared up at me from the custody petition.
CHAPTER 2
HOME SECURITY
Leah was a telekinetic half-demon of the highest order. A half-demon is the offspring of a male demon and a female human. Half-demons always look human, taking after their mother. What they inherit from their father depends on what kind of demon he is. For Leah, that power was telekinesis. That means she could move things with her mind. Only don't think sideshow spoon-bending. Think of a woman who can mentally hurl a steel desk into a wall--literally into a wall, with such force that the desk embeds itself in the plaster and obliterates anything in its path.
Not surprisingly, then, the first thing I did upon reading this letter was rush around securing the house. After fastening the door locks and pulling the blinds, I moved to less conventional security. At each door I cast a lock spell, which would hold them closed even if the dead bolts failed. Next I used perimeter spells at all the doors and windows. Think of perimeter spells as supernatural security systems. No one could enter the house without my knowing it.
All of these were Coven-sanctioned spells, though a few months ago one witch felt it her duty to point out that a lock spell could be used for evil, if we ever took it upon ourselves to lock someone in a room, instead of keeping them out. Would you believe the Coven actually convened a special meeting of the Elders to discuss this? Worse yet, the Elders voted two to one to outlaw the second-level spell, leaving us the first-level spell, which could be broken with a strong twist on the doorknob. Fortunately, my vote carried extra weight, so the motion failed.
Savannah walked in as I was casting the perimeter spell across the bottom of our unused fireplace.
"Who are you trying to keep out?" she asked. "Santa Claus?"
"The letter. It's from Leah."
She blinked, surprised but not concerned. I envied her that.
"Okay," she said. "We expected this. We're ready for her, right?"
"Of course." Was it my imagination, or did my voice just tremble? Inhale, exhale ... now once more, with confidence. "Absolutely." Oh, yeah, that sounded about as confident as a cornered kitten with three broken legs. I turned and busied myself casting perimeter spells at the living room windows.
"So what was in the letter?" Savannah asked. "A threat?"
I hesitated. I can't lie. Well, I can, but I'm lousy at it. My nose might as well grow, my falsehoods are so obvious.
"Leah ... wants custody of you."
"And?"
"There's no 'and.' She wants to take
custody of you, legally."
"Yeah, and I want a cell phone. She's a bitch. Tell her I said so. And tell her to fuck--"
"Savannah."
"Hey, you allowed 'bitch.' Can't blame me for testing the boundaries." She shoved an Oreo in her mouth. "--Go--gi--geen."
"The correct sequence is: chew, swallow, talk."
She rolled her eyes and swallowed. "I said: you know what I mean. ' Witch-slave' wasn't my choice at career day last week. Tell her I'm not interested in what she's selling."
"That's good, but it might take more than that to change her mind."
"But you can handle it, right? You sent her packing before. Do it again."
I should have pointed out that I'd "sent her packing" with lots of help, but my ego resisted. If Savannah thought I'd played a significant role in beating Leah last time, there was no need to enlighten her now. She needed to feel secure. So, in the interest of ensuring that security, I returned to my perimeter spells.
"I'll go do my bedroom windows," she said.
I nodded, knowing I'd redo them when she wasn't looking. Not that Savannah lacked proficiency in level two spells. Though I hated to admit it, she'd already surpassed me in all levels of Coven magic. I'd redo her spells because I had to, for peace of mind. Otherwise I'd worry that she'd missed a window or rushed through the incantation or something. It wasn't just Savannah. I'd do the same with any other witch. I'd feel better knowing I'd done it myself.
