I could see Sam trying to get to me, but I felt myself growing weak. Everything went black and white, and there was a ringing in my ear that drowned out every other sound. I was fainting, I realized.
The next thing I knew, Sam was putting me down on the sofa. My clothes sparkled with bits of plate and drinking glass.
"I'm all glassy," I said, tears welling into my eyes. "Sam, I'm all glassy."
"I know," he said, checking over my head, my face, my eyes. "Look at me, Alisa. Look at me."
It was hard, but I focused on his face. He studied me.
"I'm going to take off my clothes," I said, standing uncertainly and wobbling from foot to foot. For some reason, the glass on my clothes was really preoccupying me. "I have to get this stuff away from me."
"Steady now, sweetheart." He looked over the shards that dangled like icicles from my clothes. He yanked a pair of pajama's from the top of my bag and set them down. "Get changed. I'll be back in a second."
I heard him run upstairs, heard the bang of a cabinet door. I pulled off my pants and T-shirt and dumped them in the center of the room. Then I put on some soothing fleece pants and the camisole pajama top. That was better. So much better.
I looked down and saw that my forearms were dripping with blood.
The sofa loomed up at me, and I grabbed for it, holding tightly to the cushions for balance. And then everything went black again.
The lights in the room were dim. I was waking up. I was under a blanket. Was it morning? I didn't think so.
Where was I?
Sam's, I realized after a moment. The dishes. I remembered now. I looked up to see Ruth sitting next to me, holding an ice pack to my forehead with her uncasted arm. I tried to sit up, but she put a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"Stay down, Alisa," she said.
"What happened?" I asked.
"We don't know." Ruth smoothed my hair. "We're trying to figure it out."
"We?" I asked.
"Charlie was here when you were out," she said. "He put a ring of protection spells around the house."
"While I was out?"
"You've been unconscious for hours," she explained. "It's almost ten. Kate Giles is here now. She's another member of Ròiseal. She works in defensive magick."
"Where's Sam?" I said, trying to lift my head to look around.
"Doing a divination spell to see if he can find out what caused this," she answered, indicating that I should rest again. "He's fine."
I took an inventory of myself. Both my arms were wrapped in gauze from my palms to my elbows. I felt something on my head as well. I had no shirt on—that was probably why I was under the blanket. There were soft little things resting on various points of my stomach and chest—they felt like little cloth bags. I guessed they were full of herbs or witch ointments. I was generally a bit sore, but nothing felt broken.
I'd done a lot of strange telekinetic things in the last few weeks, but I'd never attacked myself. Also, what I'd felt right before the dishes started flying hadn't come from inside me. I'd felt something coming from the outside, like a magickal draft. This time it hadn't been me. What was happening? I thought of calling Hunter. He would know what to do. This was his kind of job.
There was the sounds of loud heels on the steps. A young woman, maybe just around Hilary's age, came into the room.
"She's awake," Ruth said. "Come on over."
The woman approached. She was strinking—definitely shades of Raven. Her hair long and auburn with a dramatic streak of blond in the front. She had a powerful body, with sleek, defined arms and a Celtic tattoo up near her right shoulder. The whole effect was set off by the formfitting black pants, sleeveless shirt, and black boots she wore. This was Kate, I guessed. She looked really tough, but also feminine. Pretty much exactly how you think a female defensive magick expert should look—kick-ass and cool.
"Alisa, this is Kate," Ruth said, confirming my suspicion.
"Hi Alisa," Kate said, sitting down on the floor next to me. "How do you feel?"
"Like I've just been hit on the head with a lot of plates."
She smiled. "Well, at least your sense of humor is still intact. That's a good sign." She looked up at Ruth, "Sam get anything?"
"Not yet." Ruth shook her head. "So, what do you think?"
"Well," Kate said, twisting one of her many silver rings, "it looks a little like Oona. I'm finding the same residual energy disturbance that I usually see after she graces us with her presence. It's not exactly the same, but it's close enough."
"But how can Oona be here?" Ruth asked, putting her hand to her head in concern.
"Beats me," Kate replied. "She's never transferred her energy like this before. This is totally new. Charlie covered this place well, but I'll add another layer of protection spells before I go. It's all I can think to do."
"Goddess," Ruth groaned, panic in her voice. "Oh, Goddess. It's spreading."
Sam came in from the kitchen. He looked to Kate, and she repeated what she had just said to Ruth. Then he came over to me.
"Hey, kiddo," he said, squatting down.
"Sorry about your dishes," I said.
He broke into a boyish grin and stroked my hair.
"Okay," Kate said, "I'd better get back. Don't worry, Alisa. We've been spelling this house for hours. Rest easy tonight. If you have any more trouble, Sam, I'm a phone call away."
Kate gave Ruth a gentle pat on the shoulder, pulled on a black leather jacket and a pair of gloves, and headed out.
"Do you want me to stay?" Ruth asked. "Or I'm sure Aunt Evelyn is home by now. We can call her…"
"No," said Sam, standing up. "Let's not. We've done all we can do. Alisa just has to be able to rest. There's nothing left here. I don't see any immediate threat."
She and Sam shared a long look, as if they were communicating telepathically. (Which they may have been able to do, I had no idea.) Ruth finally nodded.
"Leave these packs on for another half hour," she told Sam. "Also, put some marigold tisane and apple cider vinegar on a washcloth. You can apply that to the bruises tomorrow. But I'll check in and see how things are going."
After Ruth had gone, Sam and I sat down at the kichen table and drank tea out some paper cups he had left over from a picnic. Sam lent me a snuggly bathrobe to wear since I couldn't put my shirt back on over the packs that Ruth had attached to my chest with medical tape. The kitchen looked more or less normal, just with piles of broken glass swept into the corners.
"Tomorrow," he said, "I'm taking the day off. How about we go to Salem? You know, get out of here for a little while."
"Sounds great," I said, holding out a bandaged hand to accept a cookie he passed over to me from the counter. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn't quite know how to put it.
"What is it?" I asked, cracking the cookie in two.
"Some of those dishes," he said, his big blue eyes fixing on me hard, "I saw them burst in midair. They were being deflected."
"I have powers," I said quietly. Though there was nothing wrong with this fact, I treated it like it was my dirty secret. It still felt foreign.
"That's not possible," he answered, shaking his head.
"I don't know why or how, but I do," I said. "Honest."
"Goddess," he said. "So all this time, you've been fully capable of doing magick?"