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"Which is why I'll phone him first. But we both know he'll tell me to go ahead."
"Werewolves rescuing vampires?" Jaime murmured. "Someday, you have got to tell me this story. Well, Cass, looks like she's trumped you. Time to lay down your cards and go home."
"Is she here for a reason?" Cassandra said.
"I don't want to bicker with you, Cassandra," I said. "I appreciate what you did this morning, helping us hunt for Stephen, but please, go on home. We can handle this."
As my tone softened, the fire leached from her eyes. She sighed and reached for my Palm.
"Let me call Aaron," she said. "Save your marker for another time."
I hesitated. "Maybe that's not such a good idea. Unless I seriously misread things, Aaron seemed pretty miffed with you back at the compound."
"It was a misunderstanding."
"The last time he saw you, you turned him over to an angry Romanian mob and fled for your life. Call me crazy, but I don't think there's much wiggle room for misunderstanding there."
Across the room, Jaime snorted a laugh. Cassandra glared at her, then turned back to me.
"I didn't hand him over to the mob," she said. "I simply left him there. I knew he could handle himself. Anyway, none of that matters now. We're back on good terms."
"Such good terms that you don't have his phone number?"
She plucked the Palm from my hand, marched into the bedroom, and closed the door.
Two hours later I was boarding a plane for Atlanta, to meet with Aaron. Unfortunately, I was not alone, having been unable to convince Cassandra that she had better things to do. I tried to be gracious by saying I'd understand if she preferred to fly first class. My kindness, though, only provoked a similar outpouring of generosity, and she treated me to a first-class seat next to hers.
I'd brought my laptop and, as soon as we were seated, set to work catching up on my business e-mail. Cassandra stayed quiet until the plane lifted off.
"I hear from Kenneth that you're trying to start a new Coven," she began.
"Not really," I mumbled, and typed faster.
"Well, that's good."
I stopped, fingers poised above the keyboard. Then, with great effort, I forced them back to the keys and resumed typing. Do not rise to the bait. Do not rise--
"I told him I couldn't imagine you'd do anything so foolish."
Type faster. Harder. Do not stop.
"I can understand why you'd want to. It must be very hard on your ego. Getting kicked out of your Coven. And as Leader, no less."
I willed my fingers back to the keyboard, but they ignored my brain's command, and kept clenching into fists instead.
"I suppose it was very satisfying for you, those few months as Coven Leader. You'd obviously want to recapture that sense of importance."
"It was never about being important. I just wanted to--"
I stopped and resumed typing.
"You just wanted to do what, Paige?"
The flight attendant stopped by. I ordered a coffee. Cassandra took wine.
"You wanted to do what, Paige?" Cassandra repeated when the server was gone.
I turned to look at her. "Don't needle me. You always do this. You're like one of those sitcom mothers-in-law, poking and prodding, feigning interest, but only looking for a soft spot, someplace to sneak in an insinuation, an insult."
