I’d never really thought about it before, but Tessa had probably felt terribly abandoned by her older sister. Add to that the stress of finding her way as a new summoner, and Tessa had basically decided not to give a rat’s ass what other people thought of her. Under “normal” circumstances, her mother would have become her mentor and trained her as a summoner. Instead, Tessa had been forced to go to Japan, to a summoner there who’d been willing to take on a student.
I took another sip of my tea, stalling. No wonder she and my mother barely spoke. And no wonder she resented the fact that, before she was even thirty, she got saddled with raising a preteen kid and had to put her own life on hold. Those first few years together had been unpleasant in a variety of ways. Tessa hadn’t tried very hard to hide her displeasure at being forced to completely change her life to care for a niece she’d met only once before. And I’d responded like any preteen would to the enormous loss of everything I’d known—by developing discipline and attitude problems and being an overall pain in the ass. In fact, if it wasn’t for the fact that I had the ability to summon, I think we’d have each given up on the other. Through the summoning of demons, we’d found a common ground—and just in time too. I was barely into high school and I’d already gone considerably beyond “experimentation” with a variety of drugs. As soon as Tessa confirmed that I had the potential to become a summoner, she—finally—laid down the law, telling me that I could become an arcane practitioner, too, but I had to clean up my life first and prove that I was worth teaching.
And I did. It took a couple of years, but this time she took an active interest in me and helped me kick the drugs and get my life back on track.
“Okay,” I began, setting the cup down, “so here’s the thing. I know I called Rysehl. I’ve gone over it in my head a thousand times, and I just know that’s the name I said.”
Tessa was silent for a breath, then gave a reluctant nod. “There have been other instances of someone else coming through during a call.”
I hesitated, wanting badly to ask about the summoning that Greg had described. No, I need to figure this one out first. Then I can ask.
“So, I called, and this other … demon came through. I mean, I thought it was a demon, and so I invoked the usual bindings and protections.” I spread my hands on the flecked black granite of the counter, not looking at my aunt. “He just laughed, and said that ‘this would prove interesting.’ Then he broke the bindings.” I shook my head. “No, that doesn’t even describe it. He just swept them aside like they weren’t even there.”
“Yes,” my aunt said. “Those sort of bindings are completely useless against his sort.”
I fiddled with a fingernail. “I tried to escape—I mean, just run away, but he made it seem like the stairs weren’t there anymore.”
“An easy enough illusion for him.”
“Yeah, and I even knew it was an illusion, but that still didn’t help me.”
Tessa exhaled gustily. “A Demonic Lord would be too strong for simple denial to work.”
“And so then he … um, came up to me, and …” I took a deep breath. “Okay, so I figured that I was totally screwed, y’know? I mean, I didn’t know who or what he was, but I knew he was bad, and powerful, so at first I figured it was just going to get really ugly and he’d throw me to his minions or something, but then he totally changed and got all sexy and I was—”
“Kara!” My aunt’s voice was a verbal slap. “Just tell me what happened.”
I groaned and dropped my head to the counter with a thunk. “I fucked him. Or, rather, he fucked me. Okay, we fucked each other. Fuck.”
My aunt was silent, and after a moment I dared to lift my head slightly and peer up at her through my bangs. Tessa was looking off into space, chewing her bottom lip.
“What did he say?” Tessa said after a moment.
“When—before, during, or after?”
Tessa gave a bark of laughter. “I can only imagine what was said during. ‘Oh, baby, yes yes yes!’ or something to that effect.”
I smiled ruefully. “Not quite, but I suppose it’s not that important.”
“So what did he say afterward, you impudent girl?”
I sat up again. “He said that he knew that my call had not been for him.”
Tessa’s frown deepened. “And then what?”
“Then he got dressed and said, ‘Kara Gillian, you may call me whenever you need me.’ And then he was gone.”
Tessa stood and took her cup to the sink and ran water in it, standing with her back to me. “I don’t know, sweet-ling. That sounds very … odd.”
I watched my aunt wash the cup. I could see her hands shaking as she dried it and set it in the drainer, and I realized with an abrupt shock that Tessa was deeply upset. That was why she was facing away, so that I wouldn’t see it.
“Yeah, it’s kinda freaky,” I said casually, giving my aunt time to recover. “I thought I was dead meat, then he seemed to change his mind. But it doesn’t make any difference now. I mean, well, obviously I’m not going to summon him again.” But he can come to my dreams….
Tessa turned, gripping the towel. “No, silly girl, you don’t get it. You don’t need to summon him now. You can just call him to you.”
I blinked at Tessa, dream visit forgotten. “Okay, yeah, I understand that, but …” I paused, then shook my head. “Okay, maybe I don’t understand. I can call him without doing a formal summoning ritual?” Is that what he was talking about? What was the big deal about that?
Tessa dried her hands briskly. “That’s what he said. Call him. Just call him, with intent. Saying his name like normal isn’t going to do it, which is a damn good thing, the way you’ve been throwing it around.” There was a touch of asperity in her voice, which was a curious relief. She was getting back to her regular self. “But he’s set some sort of connection to you now. I’ve heard of these things before, but only in the ancient literature.” She busied herself with hanging the towel back on its rack for a few seconds. “The only problem is, if you call him, you still don’t have any control over him. All that does is let him through.” She turned and gave me a look of deathly seriousness. “He’d be here in this sphere without restraint, without terms, without any bonds of honor controlling his actions. Don’t you even think of calling him, Kara.”
“I’m not!” I held up my hands. “Do you think I’m a moron?”
Tessa frowned at me. “Gimme a break, Kara. Of course I don’t. I just want to be sure you understand the danger.”
“I’m not going to call him,” I repeated with a sigh.
Tessa gave a short nod. “Good to hear, because the last thing this place needs is an unrestrained Rhyzkahl seeking to expand his power base. That would be worse than a Rhyzkahl summoned and controlled by an unscrupulous summoner.”
I frowned. “Wait. So he can be summoned—and controlled?”
Tessa plopped back onto the stool. “It’s possible, I suppose. But the amount of power and preparation needed would be incredible.”
An icky feeling began to form in the back of my head. But now wasn’t the time to tease it out and examine it. Instead, I picked up my cup and took it to the sink.
“Hey, do you think I could borrow that graphic novel that you showed me the other day?” I said as I washed and dried the cup. “I’m curious to see what kind of story it is.” And I wanted to see more of what this Greg person was like.
Tessa smiled, obviously relieved by the change in subject. “Sure thing, sweetling. I’ll go get them.”