Nana’s rage returned, but this time it was the real thing. One hand fisted and the other jabbed the air toward Sam. “You lyin’ stripe-ed-ass snake!” She pronounced words with more syllables than they were supposed to have. Her declaration was ten times more hostile with a half-burned cigarette still dangling from her lips. “That is not true!”
Sam’s fingers mimed the motion of making a puppet talk to mock her as she spoke. “They’ll use your safety to compromise her!” He added in a quiet grumble, “You old biddy.”
“Ha!” She jerked the stub from her mouth. “She knows better than to let worry for an old woman—whose life has been lived—keep her from her task.”
No I don’t. “Nana. I couldn’t let them hurt you.”
Johnny stood and paced. “They just put up new wards. And if the gestures mean what I think they mean, it’s above and below as well as around. This place must be safe.”
“It is safe,” Sam agreed. “While you’re here.”
“I can stay put,” Nana said.
With a self-satisfied smirk, Sam hooked his thumbs under his lapels and his fingers galloped on his chest. “But the kid has to go to school. Outside the wards. Five days a week.”
That made the shoulders of both Nana and Johnny slump in defeat.
Home school, I thought. But I couldn’t confine Beverley here. That seemed cruel. She deserved a normal life. Normal, for Beverley, meant public school.
I didn’t want to be a vampire master’s witch-at-court, and I really didn’t want the crap that came with it, such as the risk of being Bindspoken. But even more than that, I didn’t want my family to come to harm because of me. I set the phone on the table, still open, and stood. “I have to go away and be inducted as Menessos’s Erus Veneficus.”
Nana sank into the chair. “No.”
“That’s what the old witch said was all the trouble. Why would you go ahead and do whatever that is?” Johnny asked.
“It means she’d be the witch at the beck and call of the vampire, before all his court,” Sam answered.
Johnny shook his head. “No way.”
“Johnny.”
“She said his grip was crushingly tight on you! He’s reeling you in more! Can’t you see that?”
My nails raked through my hair. I needed to tell him the truth now. But not in front of Nana and Sam.
“She will be safe there, in his house,” Samson said.
“Safe? Surrounded by bloodsuckers?”
“Safe from the fairies,” Sam clarified.
Johnny exuded defiance. “How is it safer there than here with the wards?”
“The vampire’s house is surrounded by asphalt and is made of iron. Two things the fairies can’t tolerate. Here, twenty acres of rural farmland. Fairy heaven.”
Their conversation was fast enough it kept me from interrupting. Johnny ended it by snatching the phone and smacking it closed. I think he wanted to throw it across the room, but he knew it couldn’t get too far from me. He handed it to me almost reluctantly.
“It’ll have to be a public ceremony,” I said to Nana.
“Oh, my god,” Johnny cut in. “He does have a hold on you!”
“He does not! She said that to make the rest of what she said convincing. If you’ll let me explain it to you—”
Nana interrupted, “A public ceremony is dangerous, Seph.”
My head was reeling.
“Sam just said she’d be safe there. Do you mean she’s not?” I could count on Johnny to jump on any angle that might keep me from Menessos.
Nana answered, “Not all the Lustrata’s enemies are fey.”
“Maybe we can use this,” I said, “to draw those enemies out.” I bit my lip, considering. “But Nana, as soon as we make the announcement, you have to go to the press and make it public that you’re renouncing me over it.”
Before she could protest, Johnny did. “No one will care about that! What grandmother wouldn’t renounce her granddaughter when she becomes the Erus-thingy-witch of a vampire?”
“If the fairies believe we’ve had a falling-out,” I said, “they’ll be less inclined to try any repeat kidnappings.”
Nana snorted and crushed the filter into the ashtray. “The fairies won’t believe, ‘Oh, I’m so disappointed in her, I never want to see her again.’ It’s too simple.”
A lump rose in my throat trying to keep me from saying what had to come next. I swallowed down. “They’ll believe it if you out me to the media.” That silenced them both. “The true identity of the Lustrata, to those in the know, will be revealed.”
“You didn’t want that,” Nana said.
“Which is why it’ll work.”
“No.” Nana shook her head. “You’re not just saying, ‘Hey, here’s your chance!’ to Menessos’s enemies and human opposition in general. You’re telling the Lustrata’s enemies where to find you and opening the doors.”
“But it’s shutting the doors on you and Beverley becoming leverage used to get at me.”
“That’s too dangerous, Red.” Johnny’s voice was tight. “That could get you killed.”
“Exactly. It’s not information Nana would give lightly. It should be proof enough that we are truly through with each other. She’s practically inviting someone to kill me.”
She smacked the arm of the chair. “I won’t do it!”
“Nana, you have to.” Goddess, I hope I know what I’m doing. “It’s the only way to buy your safety and Beverley’s.”
“Buying our lives with yours is too high a price.” Nana sank back into the cushiony chair. “Going public is the last thing you wanted,” she croaked softly. “Now you’re giving it up to make yourself a target.”
Her tone left me squeezing back sudden burning tears. “I’m the one taking action, it should be my risk. Not yours. I’ll give it up gladly because that’s better than you or Beverley getting hurt.” My voice had gotten husky. “The advantage of making myself the target is knowing I’m the target. Believe me, I’ll be taking down names.”
Johnny crossed his arms. “I won’t cut you off. I won’t abandon you. I have no ties for them to exploit.”
I had to be honest. “Your career with the band could be ruined.”
He paused, but just for a second. “I don’t care. That Tarot reading Demeter did weeks ago said I’d have to sacrifice something in order to gain something else of greater value.” He gripped my arms as Menessos had done in the cellar. “I pick you.”
His gesture, too, was sincere, and I felt protected by him, not protective of him. I expected the Domn Lup to ably protect himself as well as me.
“How can you be sure about this?” Johnny squeezed just a little more.
“The witches have absolutely no presence in Menessos’s haven.” I slid the protrepticus into my pocket. “So whether it was an Elder or a contestant, they’re cut off from me and that will keep me from being an easy target.”
“Red, the witches don’t worry me.”
“They should. Many of them fear the Lustrata will make things worse for witches. They’ll work hard to stop that from happening. Someone has already taken action, sharing info with the fairies. When I’m inducted into the vampire’s court, that’s a ceremony they have no cause to want to see. If any of them show up, we’ll know something is awry.”
“Yeah, I know you can handle that. But the vamp will have all the time in the world to manipulate you. Can’t you be safe without having another tie to him?”
“Johnny, please trust me, he does not have a hold on me.” I tried to let him see in my expression how valid that statement was. “This is a minimal tie, considering. And I have to talk to you about the stain. It’s different than you think it is.” The fewer people who knew it was a hex, the better. “Perhaps upstairs?”
He brightened considerably. “Alone in your bedroom?” He leaned down for a kiss.
“Sheesh.” Nana stood and shuffled off to the kitchen with her ashtray.