Part 36 (1/2)

I paused, confused. I knew he had three older brothers-oh, wait. I recalled what Leah said about his parentage, that he was. . . Words failed me. Oh, I knew a few. Illegitimate, conceived out of wedlock, plus the ”B” word, which I wouldn't mention, even if Cortez had used it himself. Everything sounded so negative, so archaic. Maybe the terms were archaic because there was no need for such a designation at all. If a child is conceived during an extramarital affair, the burden for any questionable judgment rests with the parents, not the child. In the twenty-first century, we should be enlightened enough to realize that. Yet, by the way Leah had brought it up, such a casually tossed barb, I knew it wasn't something the rest of the Cabal world let Cortez forget.

”Not much in there,” he said, looking over my shoulder. ”If the eggs are still good, I could make an omelet. Yes, I know I made that yesterday, but my repertoire is exceedingly limited. It's that or, possibly, a hard-boiled egg, though I have been known to boil them into golf b.a.l.l.s.”

”You've done enough. I've got breakfast. Eggs, pancakes, or French toast?” I glanced at the bread, the edges blooming a lovely shade of periwinkle. ”Forget the French toast.”

”Whatever is easiest.”

”Pancakes,” Savannah said as she swung into the kitchen.

”You set the table, then, and I'll cook.”

Chapter 40.

The Vote By the time breakfast-or should I say brunch-ended, it was past noon. Cortez insisted on cleaning up and also insisted on Savannah's help. I took my mug of coffee and was heading into the living room when the phone rang. Cortez checked the call display.

”Victoria Alden,” he said. ”Shall we let the machine pick up?”

”No, I'll get it. After the last few days, Victoria is one problem I can handle.”

”h.e.l.lo, Victoria,” I said as I picked up the phone.

Silence.

”Call display, remember?” I said. ”Great invention.”

”You sound very cheerful this morning, Paige.”

”I am. The crowd's gone. The media has stopped calling. Things are definitely looking up.”

”So stealing Margaret's car and leading the police through a cemetery last night are things you would consider to be an improvement in your current situation?”

”Oh, that was nothing. We were very careful, Victoria. The police won't know it was me. They haven't even called.”

”I'm phoning concerning the future of one of our Coven members.”

I paused, then winced, my euphoria fading. ”Oh, geez. It's Kylie, isn't it? She's decided not to stay with the Coven. Look, I've been talking to her and I'll speak to her again when all this is over.”

”This isn't about Kylie. It's about you.”

”Me?”

”After hearing of your latest escapade, we called an emergency Coven meeting this morning. You've been banished from the Coven, Paige.”

”What-you-” Words dried up in my throat.

”The vote was eight to three with two abstaining. The Coven has decided.”

”N-no,” I said. ”Eight to three? That can't be. You rigged it. You must have-”

”Call Abigail, if you wish. I'm sure she is one of the three who voted to allow you to stay. She'll tell you it was a fair and open count. You know the rules of banishment, Paige. You have thirty days to leave EastFalls and you are prohibited from taking any of your mother's-”

”No!” I shouted. ”No!”

I slammed down the phone. Without turning, I sensed Cortez behind me.

”They banished me,” I whispered. ”They voted to kick me out of the Coven.”

If he replied, I didn't hear it. Blood crashed in my ears. Somehow I managed to cross the three steps to the recliner and drop into it. Cortez sat on the armrest, but I turned away from him. No one could understand what this meant to me and I didn't want anyone to try. As he bent over me, his lips moved, and I braced myself against the inevitable ”I'm sorry.”

Instead he said, ”They're wrong.”

I looked up at him. He leaned down and brushed the hair from my face, using the movement to stroke my cheek with his thumb.

”They're wrong, Paige.”

I buried my face against his side and began to sob.

I knew the Elders were beyond help. All the older witches were. They were set in their ways and their beliefs, and I could do little to change that. I wouldn't waste my time trying. Instead, I wanted to focus on the younger generation, the ones like Kylie, who was heading off to college this fall and seriously contemplating breaking with the Coven.

Save the younger generation and let the older one wither away. From there, I could reform the Coven, make it a place witches came to, not escaped from. Once the Coven had regained its strength and vitality, we could reach out to other witches, offer training and fellows.h.i.+p and a powerful alternative to those, like Eve, who saw power only in dark magic. I'd make the Coven more flexible, more adaptable, more attractive, better suited to fulfilling the needs of all witches. A grand plan, to be sure. Maybe not one I could even realize in my lifetime. But I could start it. I could try.

This was more than a vision; it was the embodiment of every hope I'd had since I'd been old enough to form hopes. I couldn't imagine leaving the Coven. Literally could not envision it. Never at any time in my life had I wondered what life would be like outside the Coven. I'd never dreamed of living outside Ma.s.sachusetts. I'd never dreamed of falling in love and marrying. I'd never even dreamed of children. The Coven was my dream and I'd never considered anything that would interfere with that mission.

So what was I to do now? Roll over and cry? Let the Elders drive me away? Never. When the initial pain of being banished subsided, I stepped back for a logical a.s.sessment of the situation. So the Coven had kicked me out. They were scared. Reacting to an age-old fear instilled in them by Victoria and her cronies. Terrified of exposure, they took the easiest route-rid themselves of the cause of that threat. The people of EastFalls had done the same thing with their pet.i.tion. Once the danger pa.s.sed, both would welcome me back. Well, maybe ”welcome” is optimistic, but they'd allow me to stay, in the town and in the Coven. With the right amount of will and determination, anything can be fixed.

”Wh-where's Savannah,” I said, drying my eyes.

”In the kitchen. Making tea, I believe.”

I pulled myself upright. ”Seems everyone's been doing a lot of that lately. Taking care of Paige.”

”Hardly. You-”

”I appreciate it, but I'm okay,” I said, squeezing his hand as I got to my feet. ”We've got things to do today. For starters, I should go through Savannah's ceremony with her. I know it's still a week away, but I want to make sure she remembers everything Eve told her and that we have all the ingredients.”

He nodded. ”Good idea. While you do that, if you don't mind, I'll toss my other set of clothing in the laundry.”

”Oh, that's right. You've only got the two sets. Here, give me your dirty clothes-”

”I've got it, Paige. You go on with Savannah.”

”Later, we should get your bags from the motel and bring them back here.” I paused. ”That is, if we're staying here. We should discuss that, too.”