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"Some. We found their hideout, thanks to Grieve. But we had to get out of there before we were caught. Heather and Peyton were both there, alive." And I prayed they still were, after our bumbling efforts. What if Myst had killed them to punish us for our intrusion? It seemed like something she might do.
We told Anadey about our trip, swearing her to silence when we described Kaylin's abilities.
She pushed back her teacup and let out a long sigh. "Okay, so I need to quit moping and do something to help save my daughter. If you have the courage to take on the Indigo Court, I have to find my own will. I'm not sure what use I can be, though. My magic's a lot more subtle than my mother's was. I work with all the elements, but I tend to do so on a more . . . molecular level. It's hard to describe. I don't cast spells so much as rearrange events."
"I wish you could time hop and rearrange Heather and Peyton being captured." I sighed. Time jumping was rare and usually only allowed one to view events, not to interfere in them.
"If I could, do you think I wouldn't have already tried?" Anadey shook her head. "There are more powers in the universe than we can hope to ever understand. And some I hope we never fully know about."
"Anadey, I have a favor to ask." Rhiannon leaned across the table. "I need help. I need your help. The fire's been unleashed from where I hid it all these years. I'm having troubles controlling it now."
Anadey blinked. "Marta told me about you--about the car incident. I wondered how long it would be before you'd open up to the energies again. You can't ever suppress something like this for good. Mother thought you had managed to eradicate it, but I knew better. That's one place we differed."
She stood up and motioned for us to follow her into the kitchen, where she rinsed out her cup and offered us peppermint cookies. "These are Peyton's favorites. I guess I thought . . . maybe if I made a batch they would act like some charm to call her home."
Accepting one of the cookies, I debated whether to ask a question that had been running through my mind. Finally, I decided that it couldn't hurt. "You didn't get along too well with Marta, did you?" I asked.
Anadey let out a stiff laugh. "My mother and I never saw eye to eye, which is one reason she never gave me entrance to her precious Society. The Thirteen Moons Society--at least this branch--was dead before it began, and what remains is a shadow of what they could have had if they'd quit being such asses. Your mother never fully belonged," she added to Rhiannon.
"What do you mean?"
"Heather tried Marta's patience, she was willing to step outside the box. Marta kept a tight rein on the leadership in fear that Heather would take over at some point, before she was ready. I know she was hoping Cicely would come home and take over, but she had no clue just what you had become, my dear."
It hurt to hear her point out my weaknesses. "I never had anybody to teach me how to practice my magic the right way," I said, my words clipped to keep the pain from my voice.
Anadey shook her head. "Oh heavens, do you think I'm criticizing you? Not at all. You have no concept how far you've come by working solitary, teaching yourself through experience. You're far stronger than you believe. For one thing, you didn't have anybody to teach you the right way to do things, so you never believed you were doing them wrong."
While I thought over what she had said, Rhiannon quietly took over, rinsing our cookie saucers. After a moment, she dried her hands on a tea towel and turned back to Anadey.
"So, can you help me? Will you help me?"
Anadey let out a long sigh and nodded. "Yes, but you have to agree to several conditions. You must put yourself in my hands. You must listen to me. I won't teach you the standard practices toward harnessing your powers, but I will help you find the best way for you. Every witch is different, every spell caster and sorcerer needs to learn their own path if they are to truly coexist with the energies they have locked inside them. Whatever you might call yourself, you're of the magic-born, and you're a daughter of the fire. Will you take direction from me, even when you're afraid?"
Rhiannon gazed into Anadey's face, the fearful look that was in her eyes beginning to slide away. "I will."
"Then we begin work tomorrow--Sunday, so be here at sunrise and prepare to stay all day. We'll fast-track you. And, both of you, if there's anything I can do to help bring my daughter home, you will let me know? Because somehow, for some reason, Cicely, I think you are at the heart of this and both Heather's and Peyton's safety rests on your shoulders."
Wearing such a heavy cloak of responsibility weighed me down. As I left the apartment, I glanced back to see Anadey waving through the window. At least Rhiannon would get the help she needed to rope in her powers, to use them instead of letting them use her.
By the time we got home, Leo and Kaylin had warded the land as best as they could. It felt better--stronger, like we had a cushion separating us from the forest. I decided to spend the afternoon combing the pages of A History of the Vampire Nation, while Rhiannon flipped through the The Rise of the Indigo Court.
We needed to familiarize ourselves with both bloody worlds as much as possible. Most of the texts seemed Biblical, in that there were long lists of names--who begat whom and who sired whom--and brief encounters by people who had lived and died centuries ago.
The afternoon slid by and as evening arrived, Kaylin and Leo made a beeline for the local fried chicken joint and returned with a couple of buckets of chicken and biscuits. As they came through the door, I looked up.
"You made sure that they don't have any cross contamination with fish there, right?"
Rhiannon nodded. "Not a problem. Not a fin or scale in the joint. Just chicken." She sat the food on the table and gathered some napkins and plates for us. "What are you doing?"
"Reading till my eyes have crossed. And I finally found something that I think we need to know. Listen." I reached for a drumstick with one hand as I held the book open with the other.
The Najeeling Prophecy (see Chapter 7: Examining the Book of the Undead) speaks of a member of the Indigo Court who will rise to power, hand-in-hand with his traitorous love. Together, they will bring about the necessary events that will set in motion the final war in which the Vampire Nation will go to war with the Indigo Court. The outcome of the war is not known; the investigator who translated the Book of the Undead died in a freak accident before he could finish his translation, and the actual Book of the Undead disappeared.
"I think this is talking about Grieve and me." I tapped the book with my other hand as I took a bite of the drumstick. Though the word "traitorous" made me uneasy.
"How can you be sure, though?"
"Crap. I knew I forgot something." With all the commotion, I realized I still hadn't told them about my meeting with Crawl. Quickly, I sketched out my visit to the Blood Oracle. "I was going to tell you earlier, but with Grieve . . . and the visit to the Marburry Barrow, it got lost in the scuffle."
