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Tears threatened to well up in my eyes.
Fucking hormones.
I cast a quick glance at the crib before returning to the cake again. I couldn't take it anymore. “I-I'm leaving,” I blurted out. “I'm leaving the Otherworld.”
Dorian's face didn't alter in expression as he studied me. “Oh? You found some acceptable but dubiously safe new doctor? I'm telling you, the chicken would be much simpler.”
“No,” I said, feeling miserable.
If we could manage any sort of trust again, that would make me happier than you can imagine
. Why had he said that, of all things? “For good. Or, well, for a while.” I explained to him what I'd worked out with Roland, and throughout it all, Dorian's face still remained damnably calm. I almost wished he'd flip into some burst of rage or mockery. Instead, once I'd finished, his reaction was minimal.
“Well,” he said, setting his fork down beside an uneaten piece of cake. “That is unfortunate.”
“Unfortunate? That's all you have to say?” I wasn't trying to provoke a fight; I was just surprised.
He paused to sip some wine. “What else is there? It sounds like everything's in place. And clearly you've made up your mind if you've been planning this behind my back all week.”
“Is that what bothers you?” I asked. “That I didn't tell you?”
At last, the hint of a smile—but it was a bitter one. “Ah, Eugenie. There are so many things that bother me about this, it's hard to know where to start. I suppose it was foolish of me to try talking about trust again, eh? We're as far from that as ever.”
I felt a mix of guilt and anger. “Hey, you're the one who started it! If you hadn't tricked me into the Iron Crown—”
He gave a melodramatic sigh. “Not this again. Please. At least find some other grievance to lay at my feet. That crown saved lives, and you know it.”
“You withheld the truth from me.”
“And you've withheld this news of your departure from me all week,” he pointed out. “One standard for me and another for you?”
“I'm not a hypocrite,” I said, even though I kind of was. “Not telling you this doesn't have nearly the impact of the Iron Crown! You just don't like being left out.”
“Like I just said, there's a lot more to it than just that,” he said coldly. “Like you thinking obscurity is an adequate substitute for the protection of some of the greatest magic users in this world.”
“Like yourself?” I guessed.
“Of course.” Modesty was never a virtue Dorian really prized. “Do you think I wouldn't rip the earth up around anyone who tried to lay a hand on you?”
“No, but I don't think you can always be nearby.”
“I could be,” he countered. Some of his earlier anger eased. “I'll stay here in your lands permanently. Oh, I'll have to make the occasional jaunts back to the Oak Land, but far better me traveling than you. Unless, of course, my hair leads to another case of mistaken identity.” He tossed some of that glorious auburn hair over one shoulder to make his point. “Of course, with my rugged and manly features, it seems unlikely that kind of error would occur.”
“It's not realistic,” I said, not falling prey to his charm. “And really, I do think this other plan is the safest option.”
“Yet I won't have any idea if you actually
are
safe. You'll be lost among humans.”
“You sound like Jasmine.”
He sniffed. “Who knew? It appears she and I finally agree on something.”
Unlike Jasmine, though, no amount of arguing convinced him of the plan's soundness. He didn't try to talk me out of it; he just stubbornly refused to endorse it. And, as I continued laying out my now well-worn arguments, I could see that patient mask of his growing thinner and thinner. This decision really did agitate him, though I couldn't entirely figure out what bothered him the most. At last, he stood up and cut off some point he was making.
“My dear, this is a waste of time for both of us. We're going to have to agree to disagree, and really, I see no point in my continued presence. It's time for me to go home.”
“Tonight?” I asked, standing as well.
“Why not?” He reached for a cloak that was draped over a small table. “As I said before, I'm not the one in danger. I'd thought to stay until tomorrow to enjoy more of your company, but it seems that's futile now.”
“I don't understand why you're so upset,” I said petulantly.
Dorian approached the door. “Who says I am?”
“You,” I said. I would've smiled if anything about this was funny. “Everything about you right now. Your face, your tone, your body language. You're pissed off. I knew you would be. But you can't really fault any of my reasoning.”
“No, I suppose I can't,” he agreed. He reached the door and regarded me expectantly.
“It's better this way,” I said, desperately wanting him to endorse this. “And it's easier on you.”
He chuckled. “Do you think that matters? Eugenie, what's ‘easy' is of no consequence when it comes to you. I would do anything for you—anything at all—if it only meant you'd—” He cut himself off and abruptly turned away, resting his hand on the door's handle. Yet still he didn't leave.
A bizarre thought came over me, one that made my heart stop for a moment. All this time, I'd assumed Dorian just found me entertaining in his usual perverse way, that he'd liked my attentions and the prestige of being connected to my children. But I'd figured any romantic attachment had died after the Iron Crown. Now ... now I knew I was wrong.
“Dorian ... are you most upset because ...” The words came out awkwardly as I found the courage to speak them. “Are you upset just because you won't see me? Because ... you'll miss me?” It was a pathetic way to phrase it, but we both knew what I meant.
He glanced back at me over his shoulder, a smile on his face but sadness in his eyes. “Eugenie, do you know what I love about you?” I waited expectedly since Dorian used that rhetorical question in nearly every conversation we had, and his answer was always different. His smile grew, as did the sadness. “I love that
that
is the absolute last conclusion you came to.”
He departed, shutting the door firmly behind him and leaving me feeling like an idiot.
Chapter 7
While it was true that nothing could ever fully match the Otherworld's convoluted system of travel, Roland came pretty close with the arrangements he made to get me to his mystery safe location. I left the Otherworld through a gate that opened up in Tucson, knowing that I'd likely be observed. A trip there—though clearly unsafe—didn't raise too much suspicion, if only because my enemies would probably expect me to visit friends and family back there. It was a risk we deemed worthy, in order to cover our larger scheme.
But once I set foot in the human world, the craziness of Roland's plan fell into place. He'd set it up so that my journey used practically every mode of travel imaginable—car, train, airplane, and even bus. Sometimes it would only be a short distance on one of those means of transportation. Sometimes I wouldn't even go in the right direction and would simply zigzag to my next waypoint. Varied means of technology made it difficult for gentry to follow me, and the complex system of reservations and directions made it difficult for humans—like Kiyo—to track me. Roland only stayed with me while I was in Tucson, for fear that he might be used as a way to locate me. He also hoped that by returning home and behaving normally, it might create the illusion that I was staying with him. That meant some Otherworldly creature would undoubtedly come calling, but Roland assured me he could handle it and that they'd leave him alone once the truth was discovered.
So, I did my traveling alone, which I didn't mind so much. There were so many connections to make and so many directions to follow that I had little chance to think about all the problems I'd left behind. Near the end of my second day of travel, I arrived in Memphis. It wasn't my final destination—but was close. Roland wanted me to stay there overnight and for most of the next day. It was a test to see if I'd been followed. If I had been, it seemed likely someone would make a move quickly. If I hadn't, then I could freely continue on to the last stop. Roland had given me the number of a shaman who lived in Memphis to call if I needed help, just in case things went bad. Aside from that, I had nothing else to do but wait out the day in a hotel room and hope we'd shaken any supernatural followers.
After so much time in the Otherworld, I'd hoped the return to modern life would distract me. Cable TV and deep-fried food were certainly things I'd been without for a while. Their novelty was short-lived, however. As I lay on my hotel bed, I just kept thinking about that last conversation with Dorian. Since seeking his protection during my pregnancy, I'd regarded him with nothing but suspicion and wariness. I'd been convinced of ulterior motives and had been certain the only reason he had aligned himself with me now was to further his own plots. The realization that he still had feelings for me—and that I had been oblivious to them—was startling. And troubling, though I couldn't exactly articulate why. I hadn't really allowed myself to think about him in a romantic way in ages, and now ... despite my best efforts ... I was.
Self-torment aside, my day in Memphis proved remarkably uneventful—which was all part of the plan. It was as close as I was going to get to confirmation that I hadn't been followed. Around dinnertime of the third day, I boarded a small commuter plane and braced myself for the last stop on this madcap journey: Huntsville, Alabama. I confess, when Roland had told me that's where his safe house was, I hadn't been excited. My stereotypes of Alabama were even worse than my Ohio ones. Roland had been quick to set me straight before I'd left Tucson.
“Don't take this the wrong way, Eugenie,” he'd told me. “But you're kind of a snob.”
“I am not,” I'd argued. “I'm open-minded about a lot of things. And places.”
He'd scoffed. “Right. You're like most people from the Western U.S., convinced that anywhere else is beneath your notice.”
“That's not true at all! It's just ... I'm just used to certain things. I mean, Tucson's a lot bigger than Huntsville. I'm just used to that larger-city feel, you know?”
“Right,” he'd said, eyeing me skeptically. “Which is why you've been living in a medieval castle with no electricity or indoor plumbing.”
It was a fair point, and I'd made no further argument.
Some of my lingering doubts softened as the plane made its descent into Huntsville and I caught sight of a park filled with cherry trees that glowed like gold in the sunset. It was kind of amazing that I could even identify them. We were still fairly high, and unlike the Rowan Land's perpetually pink cherry trees, these had lost their blossoms and were in full leaf. Yet, somehow, I instantly knew the trees for what they were, and I found them comforting. This wasn't the Rowan Land—and certainly not the Thorn Land—but that little reminder of
home
made me feel less alone. I could get through this. Everything was going to be okay.
I was met at the airport by Candace Reed, the local shaman with whom Roland had set things up. He must have given her my description because she lit up when she saw me and hurried forward to hug me as though we'd known each other for ages. She was about ten years older than me, with dark skin and hair and long-lashed eyes that sparkled with mirth. She wore faded jeans with a red-checked blouse and radiated an air of motherly protection.
“Look at you,” she exclaimed, promptly putting her hand over my stomach. I'd noticed this seemed to be acceptable behavior for most people—gentry and human alike—and it normally weirded me out that pregnancy apparently smashed all personal boundaries. Somehow, I wasn't bothered by Candace doing it. “How far along are you, sweetheart?” Before I could even answer, she took my small suitcase from me. “Lord, give me that! We can't have you hauling things around in your state.”
The suitcase barely weighed anything and was simply a few essentials my mom had thrown together for me. Something told me that arguing what I was capable of in my “state” with Candace would be a losing battle.
“I told Charles to have your room ready by the time we got home, so he better have listened to me,” she continued as we headed toward her car. “You know how men are. He'd be off daydreaming all the time if he didn't have me to keep him in line. Let's hope he didn't burn dinner either. I started it and told him exactly what to do, but knowing him, he probably got distracted. Could be a baseball game on TV or a woodpecker out back. Probably nothing but a pile of ash in the oven now. It's pot roast. Do you eat that? You should, you know. Protein's good for you and the baby. So are the potatoes.”
“Babies,” I corrected as we reached the car. “I'm having twins.”
“Oh. Oh my!” This revelation left her momentarily speechless, and a look of wonder fell over her features, along with a softer emotion I couldn't quite place. “Oh, that's just
lovely
.”
She went to put my suitcase in the trunk, and as I sat down in the passenger seat, I caught a glimpse of some familiar tools in the backseat. A silver athame lay near a suede bag, out of which peeked another hilt that I was willing to bet belonged to an iron athame. Near those was a necklace consisting of raw smoky quartz beads. I couldn't help a smile. Candace's chatty Southern charm in no way meant she wasn't a fully active, totally deadly shaman who could combat any creature that messed with us. I wouldn't have been surprised if there was a gun and a wand somewhere in the car too.
Candace had recovered herself when she rejoined me and soon picked up her breezy conversation style. I was happy to let her do the talking. It gave me the chance to take in the sights as we drove to her house. The airport was situated a little outside downtown, and Candace and her husband lived farther out still, though she assured me I could reach the city from her place in a little over a half hour. That wasn't much different from my own house back in the Catalina Foothills near Tucson, and again, I felt a small twinge of reassurance about this new locale.
As we drove away from the airport and the more populous areas, I saw that the trees remained green but that the grass and low plants were yellowing. Candace explained that they were in a drought right now. As much as I loved the dry weather I'd grown up in, there was a part of me that hated to see the land around us so parched for water. It wouldn't be that big a strain on my magic to summon a quick rain shower ... but, no. I didn't even need Roland's instructions to know how foolish such an act would be. I couldn't attract any attention to myself. These conditions were normal for summer around here; the land would survive without my help.
Just worry about yourself, Eugenie
, I chided myself.
Candace's house was situated on a heavily wooded street. She had neighbors, but they were spread out, giving the illusion that each house on the road was in its own private forest. I'd gotten used to the Rowan Land's greenery, but the castle was set on cleared land, and seeing large trees right outside this house's windows was a world away from what I'd grown up with.
“This is beautiful,” I told her as we got out of the car. She'd retrieved her arsenal from the backseat and was going for the suitcase, despite my offers of help. Twilight was casting shadows on everything, but the little house's windows lit up the darkness.
“It is, isn't it?” she said, gesturing me to follow. “We've been here 'bout fifteen years.” She took the steps onto the house's wooden porch, which even had a swing for two. A screen door kept insects out and let evening air inside, in an effort to cool the house. As though thinking of this, Candace cast me an apologetic look. “No air-conditioning. It can get pretty hot.”
“I'm used to it,” I assured her. Compared to my castles, the ventilation here was state of the art. Screens would rock the Thorn Land's world, if I could figure out how the gentry could manufacture them.
Inside, I met her husband, Charles. He was a tall, lanky man with blond hair that was starting to pick up a little white with age. His blue eyes were kind, and his quiet demeanor was quite the contrast to Candace's liveliness. Watching them interact, though, I realized quickly that they balanced each other in a very harmonious way. She passed my suitcase off to him while she checked on the pot roast—which, it seemed, had not turned to ash.
He led me to a room on the second floor, with pine walls and angled beams crossing over the ceiling. A double bed with a blue and white quilt sat in one corner, but before I could make too many judgments about country living, I noticed a flat-panel TV mounted on the opposite wall. Roland had been right. Never assume anything.
“That's our old TV,” said Charles as though apologizing. “We just got a brand-new one for the living room. I hope this isn't too small... .”
I laughed. “No, it's perfect. Thank you.”
He nodded, looking pleased. “We've got a spare DVD player that I'll hook up for you later.” He then proceeded to give me a rundown of their vast channel lineup, reinforcing the fact that even if the Reeds lived out in the country, they still loved their comforts. After a few minutes, Candace interrupted his spiel, calling to us to come downstairs and eat.
The food was exquisite, though it soon became obvious I could never eat enough to satisfy Candace. She was worse than my mom, which was no small feat. Candace continued to dominate the conversation, leaving little room for either me or Charles, but I got the vibe this was perfectly normal and even welcome to them.
“Now,” she was saying as she piled a second helping of green beans onto my plate, “I suppose you'll need to get set up with a doctor around here. There's one OB on the road to Mooresville that a friend of mine used to see. That's who I was going to recommend, since it's closer. But seeing as you've got twins—did you know that she's having twins, Charlie?—I suppose you'll probably want to see one of the specialists downtown. We can make some calls tomorrow morning, and Charles can take you to your appointments while I'm working.”
“Oh, no, I don't want to cause you any inconvenience,” I said. “I'm sure I can get my own car and—”
“It's no inconvenience,” Candace interrupted. “He doesn't mind, plus he works at home.”
“Still ...” I felt a little flustered at their attention, especially since the mention of “twins” had made Charles's dreamy expression even dreamier. “That'll interrupt his workday. Besides, once I know the area better, I can probably just find my own place and—” Their solicitous looks turned to shock.
“Why on earth would you do that, child?” asked Candace. “Don't you like it here?”
“I—uh, no. It's wonderful. But I don't want to impose.... You've got your own life here... .” I faltered, suddenly at a loss. I'd known I'd be staying with them initially when Roland had made these arrangements, but he'd also given me the impression that there'd be no issue with me getting my own place eventually—so long as I stayed in regular touch with Candace.
“Well, that's ridiculous.” Candace seemed relieved that inconveniencing her was my only concern. “You'll stay with us as long as you need to, until this trouble's passed.” Roland hadn't told her my history, of course, but had simply given a story with elements of truth. He'd painted me as a shaman who'd run afoul of some Otherworldly creatures—not uncommon in this profession—and said that pregnancy made it difficult for me to protect myself. She cast a concerned glance at my plate. “God knows you'll probably starve to death if left on your own.”

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