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CARRY ON WAYWARD SON.
THE CLAIRE WICHE CHRONICLES.
Cate Dean.
Claire Wiche is home again-and putting together the pieces of her life. The life she thought she left behind forever.
Now that new life is tested by a familiar stranger, and a ghost haunting that becomes much more.
Claire and her friend Annie will have to face off with a volatile force, who traps them with his own needs. And Claire will face her true self, making a sacrifice that will change what she is, and what she will become.
ONE.
"Focus, now, Mildred." Laying out a quick three card spread, Claire Wiche set down her tarot deck and gently pushed away the old woman's grasping fingers. "You know how this works."
"I just want the answer, girl, not a lecture on tarot."
Claire smiled, swallowing the numerous remarks she wished she could say. "All in good time. You want the answer, you need to follow the steps. The ritual."
"Fine." Mildred mumbled something under her breath, but she kept her hands to herself.
Nodding, Claire continued, wanting to be done with the reading. She had a headache building behind her eyes-and she could tell already it was going to be a monster. "Now, ask your question, out loud-and without a complaint attached. It could skew the reading."
Mildred clasped her hands together, let out her breath. "Does Jeremy love me?"
Her faded eyes shone with hope, and that kept Claire from rus.h.i.+ng the reading, or directing her to ask a different question. She adjusted the soft leather band on her left wrist, covering her scarred triquetra, and turned over the first card. Mildred let out her breath.
"This is the other person." Claire managed not to flinch; the card was the Knight of Cups-reversed. Which marked her intended beloved as unreliable and reckless, as well as a liar. "And this is you, Mildred." She said a silent prayer and turned over the second card. The Queen of Swords. Reversed.
Mildred hissed-and Claire had to grab her wrist to keep her from slapping the card off the table.
"I am not intolerant and narrow minded!"
"Mildred." Claire kept her voice quiet, soothing. "You know the cards can be fickle. Perhaps we should wait for another time-"
"I want to see the last card."
She tried not to cringe at Mildred's high-pitched whine. "All right. This is your relations.h.i.+p."
Closing her eyes briefly, she turned over the third card. And waited for the temper explosion.
"The Three of Pentacles reversed? You pulled three reversed cards-"
"I had you pull them, Mildred-"
The old woman kept going, talking over Claire. "Three cards meant to doom my relations.h.i.+p! Cards that lie about both of us! Jeremy is a wonderful man-he would never lie to me, never use me-"
"Mildred." Claire gripped both of her hands. "I need you to calm down. There is nothing to this-they are simple cards, chosen at random." And told the truth, this time, in colorful detail. Claire knew this Jeremy, and dreaded the day he tried to work his snake oil charm on her. Or, heaven help him, Annie. "If it is meant to be, it will happen-no matter what the cards say." Claire stood; rubbing at her now throbbing temple she moved behind Mildred's chair and helped the still angry old woman to her feet. "I will send you home with a pink candle and some rose quartz. No charge," she added, before Mildred could protest. "Consider it part of the reading. I'll put them in a bag for you."
Grabbing what she needed on her way to the front counter, she nestled the quartz in a small silver box, wrapped the candle in tissue and slipped them both in one of her nicer handle bags, adding more tissue.
She knew Mildred had been bitterly disappointed by the reading, but the old woman forced down the rest of her complaints, which made Claire feel even more generous. Handing over the bag, she gripped the counter when pain stabbed through her head.
"Are you all right, dear? You look even more pale than usual."
"Just a headache. I'll be fine. Thank you for your concern, Mildred. I am sorry the reading didn't go well for you-"
"There's always tomorrow. And I'll bring my own deck next time. You rest up," she patted Claire's hand. "I want you at your best. A Celtic Cross will take all your talent."
Proud she didn't cringe, Claire managed a smile. "I look forward to the challenge."
She waited until Mildred toddled out of sight, then locked the door, pus.h.i.+ng the sign to Closed before she switched off the lights. The headache had a nasty grip on her now; she would be lucky to make it to the back room, never mind going home.
She rubbed the vise-like pain at the back of her neck, still startled when her fingers met the shoulder length ends of her hair. Less than a month was not enough time to adjust to her shorn hair, when she had worn it long for decades.
She got as far as the reading table. Clutching the back of the chair, she used it to sink to the floor, every move making her nauseous. Cradling her head, she moaned as another jolt of pain tore through her head.
The vision slammed into her, as fast and vivid as the first one she had been subjected to. The day she met Marcus. The Jinn's power yanked her out of the quiet shop and into a sand-whipped landscape.
Heat surrounded him, from sun and wind. Sweat poured down his bare torso, the wind drying it as fast as he could produce it. His left arm shook-the arm that had been all but useless when he left her. Now it trembled under the weight of a heavy sword, the scar from his gunshot wound stark and white against his sun-darkened skin.
Claire flinched with him when his opponent's blade nicked his bicep. She felt the scorching heat, the hot bite of the wind, the sand that found its way into every opening in her clothes. And she felt every emotion, every pain that Marcus felt as he moved across the burning sand.
The sight of him twisted her heart. Tall, lean, thinner than when he left her. His hair was longer, tied back in a curling black tail that hung between his shoulders. Sunlight winked off the hamsa he wore in his left ear as he danced lightly over the sand, graceful and deadly.
His opponent towered over him, swinging an axe that could cut a bull in half. She let out a cry as Marcus ducked a sideways blow and whirled out of range.
"Better, Jinn. But not good enough." His opponent propped the axe on the sand and rested one arm on top of the ma.s.sive handle. His other arm wiped sweat off his angled, handsome face. Thick black dreadlocks fell to his waist, banded with silver and small medallions. "If you follow through with your foolish plan and appear at their mockery of a trial, one of them will take your head off before you can duck."
"I will move fast enough to suit both of us, Jamal." That deep, sand rough voice wrapped around her, eased the pain drumming through her head. The pain faded more as she was drawn into the conversation between the two men. "It is my life I am fighting for; another life I am fighting to return to, if she will have me."
"The sweet little demon?" Claire blinked, startled by his blatant description. "She intrigues, Marcus. I would meet her, before my time on this plane is done."
"Only if you keep from calling her a sweet little demon."
With a fierce smile, Jamal swung the axe up and rushed him. Marcus met the weapon with his heavy blade. Metal slid against metal. The sound of it sang through the air, sc.r.a.ped through her mind.
Claire clutched her head, dropped to her knees. Straight through the sand and on to the hard wood floor of her shop. She let out a raw cry and toppled, darkness rus.h.i.+ng up at her.
Running down the tree-lined sidewalk on Forest, Annie Sullivan cursed under her breath.
She was late-again. And her excuse was the same. Again.
She wouldn't blame Claire for being mad at her. Two speeding tickets in the same week was a sorry a.s.s excuse for being late during their busiest time after the solstice festival. And not finding a parking s.p.a.ce closer than two blocks turned that into a whiny a.s.s excuse. With Halloween less than a week away, she knew better than to- Her thoughts flew out of her head when she skidded to a halt in front of the store. The lights were off. Heart pounding, she tried the door, swallowing when she found it locked.
The last time this happened she found Marcus inside, b.l.o.o.d.y and unconscious after Claire flung him against the wall. Just before she ran off to try and stop her cousin Natasha from hurting some innocent girl. Her cousin-who turned out to be the vessel of choice for a demon.
Fingers shaking, Annie pulled out her key and unlocked the door.
"Claire?" No body blocked the door as she pushed it open. She let out her breath, closed and locked the door behind her. Just until she knew what was what. "Claire-are you here?"
She flipped on the lights-and a low moan from the back had her dropping her bag on the run. Panic shot through her when she saw Claire curled on the floor, whiter than her s.h.i.+rt and soaked with sweat.
"Annie . . ."
"Shush." Dropping down next to her, Annie carefully brushed wet hair off her face. Then she helped Claire uncurl herself, until she was stretched out on the floor. Pulling off her jacket, she draped it over Claire and stood. "Don't you move. Not a muscle."
"No worries there."
She still had her sense of humor. That made Annie feel a little better. Stalking into the back room, she hunted through the small fridge, found several bottles of water, and what looked like half a sandwich from Lily's fabulous little takeout down the street.
Along with the sandwich, Annie grabbed all the bottles she could hold, and dumped them on the reading table before crouching next to Claire. "I'm going to help you sit. Slow, Claire-don't play the *I'm all right' card with me." She slipped one arm under her friend's shoulders, appalled by how thin she felt under the loose s.h.i.+rt. With Claire clutching her other hand, Annie eased her up. "Stay."
She snagged the first bottle of water she could reach and opened it, pus.h.i.+ng it into Claire's hand. After a couple of false starts, Claire managed to swallow most of it. Annie took the bottle, wrapped one arm around her waist, and pulled her to her feet, lowering her to the chair before she could sink to the floor again.
"Annie-I can't-"
"You eat, I don't take you to the emergency room. Deal?"
With a sigh, Claire started to unwrap the sandwich, cursed as her fingers shook against the paper. She laid her hands on the table, whispered into the silence. "I saw Marcus."
Shock jolted through Annie. "He's here? Why the h.e.l.l did he leave you face down on the floor-"
"I had a vision."
Annie sank to the other chair. "Bad?"
"It felt like I was there, Annie." Swallowing, Claire looked at her, blue eyes dark with pain. "Hot sun, hot wind, and sand as far as I could see. He was fighting another man-not fighting, training. For some trial. His arm was better, but he looked thin, tired-"
"Like you?" She ignored Claire's flinch. "You think I haven't noticed? Only you lost more weight than even I thought. Loose s.h.i.+rts, flowy skirts, bulky sweaters-they helped hide the fact that you are practically down to bone. What the h.e.l.l, Claire? I thought I was your friend, your sister. Why haven't you told me why you're letting yourself just waste away?"
"It wasn't intentional-the wasting or the hiding." Sighing, Claire rubbed her face, pushed back her red laced brown hair. Annie had finally gotten used to seeing the shorter waves that brushed her shoulders instead of the long cloud of hair that always floated around her. "I've felt-off, since we returned from Huntsville. I don't know if it's because I can't touch my power, or if what happened with Jane simply took more out of me than I thought."
"Why didn't you tell me? Or Simon? Why do you always think you have to suffer alone?"
A smile tugged at her mouth. "Maybe because I have spent so much of my existence doing just that."
"Well, stop, d.a.m.n it. Stop thinking like the demon, and start acting like the mortal." Claire blinked at her, obviously surprised. "You don't have that superior metabolism, or whatever it was that kept you from becoming a walking skeleton. Time to remember you're human, and start taking the responsibility that comes with it. Now eat."
"Yes, ma'am." With steadier hands, Claire opened the sandwich and picked it up. "Lily's sandwiches seem to be our personal panacea."
"She does make a d.a.m.n fine one. And you are about to become personally acquainted with them. And with the protein smoothies from the juice bar, and ice cream, and steak, and every other fine, fatty, calorie-laden food I can throw down you." Pus.h.i.+ng hair off her forehead, she fought to keep her voice even. "Finding you on the floor like that scared the h.e.l.l out of me."
"Annie." Putting down the sandwich, Claire took her hand. Even her fingers felt fragile. The lack of rings should have told Annie something was wrong; Claire always wore several, changing the crystals depending on the time of year, or personal issues. They probably didn't fit. "I am sorry. All of this snuck up on me. I've been focused on trying to accept, well, everything. I don't know how to be a mortal, I don't know how having a soul will change me, I don't know how the h.e.l.l I am going to tell Simon what I am-what I was. And I will have to tell him. Eventually. That really frightens me, more than I want to think about."
"And you could have shared all of this-before I found you face-planted on the floor."
"You're angry. And right." With a sigh, she let go of Annie and leaned back, looking exhausted. "My only excuse is that I spent more years alone than with others. And that friends.h.i.+p-real friends.h.i.+p-is so new to me, I am still unsure of parameters."
"Wow." Claire actually believed there was some kind of boundary in their friends.h.i.+p. Time to set the record straight. "Simple-there aren't any. I will never stand you up when we make plans-unless Eric wants hot jungle s.e.x. And I will tell you why I'm standing you up, so you can be envious of said jungle s.e.x and wish me plenty of it."
The laughter warmed her. She stood, moved behind Claire and wrapped both arms around her shoulders. "You are the sister of my heart, and I couldn't love you more if you were my blood."
"Annie-"
"I'm not done." Claire's hand reached up, closed over hers. "I want you to be there for my wedding, alive and kicking, and I want you there for the kids Eric and I are going to make. I want you there for the rest of our lives, Claire, and d.a.m.n it, I won't settle for less."
"I don't know what-thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with tears. "Just-thank you, for always being my slap in the face," Annie laughed, her own tears s.h.i.+mmering just below the surface. "And for being the sister I never thought I would have. I promise you," turning, she framed Annie's face, her own stained with tears. "I will dance at your wedding, laugh with your children, and love you until my last breath."
"Okay-here comes the waterworks." Laughing, Claire hugged her, the strength in her arms surprising, and hopeful. "Time to eat." Kissing her forehead, Annie eased out of the embrace. "I will open the store, and you will go home as soon as you're done. Nope," she held up her hand, stopping Claire's protest. "You get to play hooky-for today. But tomorrow, young lady, I expect you here bright and early. We have Halloween to sell. Eat. Go home."
"You command, I obey."
"Good to see the pecking order is understood."
Annie strode to the front door, leaned her forehead against the cool gla.s.s for a long moment, settling her temper, her fear.
Whatever it took, she would get Claire strong again.
Claire dreamed of Marcus that night, exhausted and unable to protect herself.
She watched him walk under a moonless sky, heard the ocean before she saw it. With the desert at his back, the sea at his feet, he looked up, spoke to her.
"I miss you, witch. I ache to touch you, to be with you, even when I know it is best if I stay away, let you live your life without the trouble I would bring to it."
"Marcus." She heard herself whisper it, knew she slept, dreamed-even as the sand s.h.i.+fted under her bare feet. "Trouble is my life. Always has been. It didn't start when I met you-and it will hardly stop if you don't come back." Stepping to him, she laid one hand on his cheek. "Please come back."
He closed his eyes. "I have-unfinished business."
"The trial."
He looked at her, dark eyes narrowed. "How do you-"
"Vision. I saw you fighting someone-training with him. Jamal."
"Claire." His hand covered hers. "I was thinking of you. I never meant to draw you in-"
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