“Oh?”
“They’re RSVPs for the party.” Nana sounded discouraged.
“Are they saying no?”
“Not exactly. They’re from concerned parents.”
“Concerned about what?”
“That you might try to be here.”
That stunned me so much I almost gave myself whiplash.
“They all saw the news. They think you’re still at the haven, but one said she thought you’d gotten Beverley from the bus stop this evening. They want to make sure you won’t be here because they don’t want ‘that kind of person’ around their children.”
I sank into the dinette chair. “Oh.”
“At first,” Nana said, sitting on the bench across from me, “I thought I’d tell them to kiss my wrinkled-up, lily-white ass, but … this party is for Beverley, not me, not you. So I said that the bus-stop inspectors were wrong, that I hoped I never saw you again, and that I had no reason to think you’d be here.”
Head dropping forward miserably, my fingers raked through my hair. Yup. This is the rotten, train-wreck kind of day I’m having.
I’d stood up for a greater justice to lure out killers and to set up our fight against the fairies. It had worked in favor of my friends. And it had worked against my family. Doing the right thing for the right reason was biting me in the ass.
“You have to be at this party,” Nana continued, “but we need to figure out a way to make this community open its arms to you.”
As if on cue, the phone rang. Dismal, Nana rose to answer it. Again, she took it to the dining room. However, now that she’d told me, she didn’t restrain her voice on this caller. I heard her say, “No. To my knowledge she will not be here.” Silence. “Yes, yes, I understand, but I don’t care who you think you saw. I do have other relatives, you know.” Silence again. “I don’t want Persephone here for the party either.”
During Nana’s next wordless moment, Beverley stuck her head around the wall of the hallway. “What’s going on?”
There was no gurgle of bathwater running upstairs. “Why aren’t you in the tub?”
“I wanted a drink of milk. May I?”
“Of course.”
When she’d poured herself a full glass, she came to the dinette, sipping. I patted my thigh. “Come on.”
She slid the glass onto the table then climbed up in my lap. “Why is Demeter telling someone she doesn’t want you here for my party?”
My arms encircled her. “Remember when I had to go to the haven for a few days with Menessos?”
She nodded.
“I told you Nana would have to say some mean things about me, things she didn’t really believe but had to say to keep you both safe. That’s what she’s doing now.”
“Telling people she doesn’t want you here keeps us safe?”
“It’s getting complicated. You see … some of your classmates’ parents are objecting to me being here.”
“Why?” she asked. “They’re not the bad guys, are they?”
“No, no. Nothing like that.” I could sell myself the illusion that we were a normal family but I couldn’t sell that fantasy to the community around me. We weren’t normal and I’d broadcast it all across the news. I swallowed my dejection and stuttered out the answer. “In order to let the bad guys think Nana and I were mad at each other, we had to tell everyone. She was on TV and so was I. The bad guys saw what we wanted them to see and all of that worked out. Unfortunately, your classmates’ parents saw it, too. Now, they’re not sure they should let their children come to a party being held by us.”
“I don’t understand.”
“They don’t approve of what I was doing on TV. But Nana’s telling them I won’t be here, to make sure they do come.”
Her arms gripped me tight. “But I want you here.”
“I know. And I want to be here.”
Nana shuffled in and hung up the phone. She was ready to shoo Beverley off to her bath, but even as her mouth opened the phone rang again. Her mouth twisted in exasperation and she answered crossly.
“We’ll work something out,” I said to Beverley.
“Why are they being so mean?”
I rubbed her head. “They are doing what they think is right, protecting their children. I don’t blame them for that.”
“That’s stupid. You wouldn’t hurt their kids.” She crossed her arms and frowned deeply.
“Of course not. But they aren’t sure of that. Parents want to make sure the places their children go are safe.” Except for the parents who leave their children locked up in apartments about to catch fire.
Nana hung up the phone again. “That was the vet,” she said. “He’s been called to an emergency, and won’t be able to make it out tonight.” She gestured at Beverley. “Come along.”
“Can we have just a few more minutes?” I asked.
“Of course. I’ll draw the bath and pour in the bubble juice.” She shuffled away.
“They are being good parents,” I reiterated to Beverley. “Even if it’s not what you or I want them to do, they’re doing their job. Be glad your friends are loved that much.”
Her brow puckered. “They’re being dumb.”
I’d never seen her like this. “No, they are not.”
“What did you do that was sooo bad?”
Her sarcasm clued me in that she didn’t think I’d do anything bad. It made telling the truth harder. “I let Menessos drink from me.”
Her eyes widened as much as possible and then some. Her crossed arms fell limp. “On TV?”
“Yes. Everyone knows what I did and they know I’m a witch and they were told that I’m in a position to take orders from a vampire. Any one of those things is reason enough for parents to question whether letting their children around me is safe.”
It sounded awful even to me. I’m a fool to think I can provide a normal home life for Beverley.
She pushed my hair back and examined my neck. The wounds had nearly healed; all that remained were two pink marks. “So because of you no one’s going to come to my party?”
The blame in her words struck me harder than Vilna’s hand.
We remained silent for heartbeats. With my fingers making a V, I touched her forehead and pushed gently upward as I said, “Hold on there, wrinkly-mad eyebrows.”
That made her brows knit tighter. “My mom used to let Goliath drink from her. Then everything got messed up!” She jumped off my lap, flinging her arms out and knocking the glass to the floor where it shattered. “Now she’s dead!” Beverley ran from the kitchen.
I was left alone with the spilled milk and shards of broken glass. I dropped to my knees and started piling the larger pieces in my palm.
My breath caught.
My mother had showed up and it ended with me smashing my favorite mug. Her words from so long ago echoed through my mind: I’ll never have anything and it’s all because of you, you stupid little brat.
Eris was selfish. She did what she needed—locking me in my room so she could go on dates and ultimately she abandoned me with Nana.
As I stared at the sharp fragments in my hand, I wondered if I was any different. I’d done what I needed to do as the Lustrata. Though I’d acted to safeguard Beverley since her mother died, I wasn’t exactly Mary Poppins. Because of me, Beverley had been kidnapped and nearly killed by the fairies. Now, because of me, she may not even have any friends.
Maybe she’d be better off—and safer—with someone else.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A half hour later, with the milk and glass cleaned up, I sat in front of my computer trying to work on my column when the phone rang again. Nana had the cordless with her so I didn’t move to answer. Not that I was getting much work done while sitting there feeling like a complete failure and social pariah.
I took the protrepticus from my jeans’ pocket and opened it. No light. I shut it and laid it on the desk. Earlier that day, it had rung. Sam had spoken to me. And Xerxadrea was dead. Her death should have broken the bond between her and Sam and me. His spirit should have been freed and gone from the device.