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"Because her mother told her to. Before Eve died, she told Savannah that if anything happened to her, she was to find the Coven and take refuge there."
I looked up at him. "Who told you that?"
"Savannah. We talked earlier this evening. She has some concerns and hoped I might be able to mediate on her behalf."
"What'd she say? No, let me guess. I'm a wonderful guardian. I understand her and I always know exactly the right thing to do and say."
A slight smile. "She admitted you two don't always get along. Naturally, she says you don't understand her, you don't give her enough responsibility, you're overprotective, all the things every teenager says to every adult. Do you know what else she says? That you have potential."
"I have ..." I couldn't stifle a small laugh. "I have potential."
"Don't take it too hard. She says I have potential, too. Neither of us is measuring up to her standards quite yet, but at least there appears to be hope for us."
I turned to stare at the front curtains. "Still, potential or not, I don't think I'm what Eve had in mind when she told Savannah to take refuge with the Coven. The problem is--" I stopped. "God, I'm blathering. What time is it anyway?"
"Not that late. You were saying?"
I hesitated. I wanted to keep talking. Maybe exhaustion had worn down my defenses. Or maybe Cortez just seemed like someone I could talk to.
"Sometimes I ... I wonder if the Elders aren't right. If I'm not endangering the Coven by keeping Savannah here."
"Do you mean you want to find someone else to take her?"
"God, no. What I mean is that maybe we're both endangering the Coven by staying. That I should leave and take her with me. Only I can't. This ... this is my life. The Coven. Being Coven Leader. I want ... I want to ..." I heard the passion in my voice, the near-desperation. My cheeks heated. "I want to do a lot. I can't leave."
I looked away, embarrassed by my outburst. I wanted to stop but, having started, couldn't until I'd said everything I wanted to say.
"About Savannah," I said. "I want to show her how to take that power and use it for good. Only sometimes, like tonight, that seems completely delusional. I can't--I can't seem to make her understand the difference between right and wrong. I can't make her care."
He glanced toward Savannah's room. "Should we use a privacy spell?"
I nodded. A privacy spell was witch magic. It allowed two people to converse without being overheard. Both speakers had to cast it, which we did. Cortez fumbled the first time, but recast and got it to work.
"How much do you know about Eve?" Cortez asked.
"She was kicked out of the Coven for using dark magic. But after that ... I don't know. She couldn't have been too bad or the council would have gotten involved." I shook my head. "Okay, that's a cop-out. We knew she was into bad stuff. Not bad enough to warrant attention, but she was definitely practicing dark magic. It's just that, well, we can't chase after everyone. We have to choose--"
"Which cases warrant your attention. You don't need to explain that to me, Paige. As difficult as it is, sometimes we have to forgo chasing down the worst offenses and pick the battles we can win. Yes, Eve practiced dark magic. Not just dark. The darkest of the dark. Her focus, however, was not on using it but on teaching it to other spell-casters--witches, sorcerers, whoever could pay her fees."
"Teaching? Why?"
He shrugged. "It was a very lucrative business. Such information is very difficult to obtain through standard sources."
"So she didn't use dark magic for her own gain. She just taught it to dozens of others. That's no better, maybe even worse."
"Exactly as I see it, yet in most supernatural circles, Eve's choice gave her the veneer of respectability. She was highly regarded as a teacher."
A car door slammed outside. I jumped and reached for the curtain, then heard an engine start.
"Another departing guest," I said. "Do you think Savannah's spell scared them off? Or is it just past their bedtime?"
He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut.
I managed a small smile. "You were going to lie, weren't you? Tell me what I want to hear, that they're running for their lives, never to darken my doorstep again."
"I caught myself."
"Thanks," I said, my smile turning genuine. "I appreciate the sentiment, but I appreciate the honesty more."
