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"I'll make a poultice," I said. "It usually pulls the wound together better than stitches anyway. Less chance of scarring, too."
"Handy. I'll have to ask for a copy of the recipe."
I opened the bathroom cupboard and took out the poultice ingredients. "This is my fault. She's cast that spell once before, with even worse results. I should have warned her about it. I should have told her to wipe it from her repertoire."
"I wouldn't go that far. The confusion spell can be very useful, under the right circumstances, or as a spell of last resort. The caster has to understand it, though, which Savannah obviously doesn't."
"Does it always work like that?"
"No. Her casting is surprisingly strong. I've never seen a confusion spell affect so many people in such a clearly negative fashion. The spell always exacerbates any underlying tendency toward violence. Perhaps under these circumstances, I should have expected such a reaction, assuming the sort of people who congregate around such a story are not the most mentally balanced of individuals."
"That's an understatement."
The doorbell rang then.
"The police," I said. "Or so I hope."
It was the police. They didn't stay long. Outside, people had either left or resumed their vigil as if nothing had happened. The police took some statements, helped people to the paramedics, and secured the area. Afterward they left behind a cruiser and two officers to keep watch.
Savannah finally appeared as I was putting the poultice on Cortez.
"Don't expect me to say I'm sorry," she said.
I turned to face her.
She stood in the bathroom doorway. "I'm not sorry."
"You--do you know what you've done?" I stalked across the bathroom and pushed open the window. "Do you see that? The ambulances? The paramedics? The blood? People got hurt, Savannah. Innocent people."
"They shouldn't have been there. Stupid humans. Who cares about them?"
"I care about them!" I ripped the bandage off my hand. "I suppose you don't care about this, either. Well, there is something you should care about--"
I grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face Cortez, then pointed out his swollen lip and wounded side.
"Do you care about that? This man is here to help you, Savannah. To help you. He could have been killed out there trying to undo the spell you cast."
"I didn't ask him to undo it. If you got hurt, it's your own fault for going out there."
"You--" I flung her arm down. "Get to your room, Savannah. Now."
Her eyes glistened with tears, but she only stomped her foot and glared at us. "I'm not sorry! I'm not!"
She turned and ran for her room.
CHAPTER 26
ALL ABOUT EVE
"I am so sorry," I said as we walked into the living room.
"I know I should be able to handle her. I really should.
I keep telling myself I'm making progress, teaching her control, but then something like this happens and it's--it's pretty obvious I haven't taught her anything at all."
I dropped onto the sofa. Cortez took the arm chair and moved it around to face me before sitting.
"She doesn't like humans," I continued. "She hates the Coven. She probably hates me. Sometimes I wonder why she sticks around."
