“Getting into trouble…as usual.” What does she think she can do that everyone else can’t?
She approaches Wyatt’s dad, touches him, and tells him to calm down. In mid-tirade, his outrage deflates like a day-old party balloon. When she turns to Mr. Tanner, he eyes her warily, but she doesn’t back down. She touches his arm and looks innocently up at him. “No one blames you. Accidents happen.”
At her touch, all the bluster leaves him. “Accidents happen?”
Kera nods. Grandma’s hand flutters to her throat and Grandpa’s eyes grow round.
Leo and I exchange glances. “Can you do that?” he asks.
“I don’t know.” There’s so much I don’t know about what Kera and I can and can’t do. I never considered the possibility we could control others with our magic.
“Try it on me.”
I touch his arm and calmly say, “You want to sing show tunes.”
“Show tunes?” He sloughs off my hand. “That is so wrong.”
“Figures it doesn’t work on someone like you.”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“You’re just...you, you know?”
“No, I don’t, and I don’t want to know.”
We turn back in time to hear Grandpa say, “That’s a fine idea, Ed. You should go home.” His voice is tense and raspier than I’ve ever heard it.
He steers Mr. Tanner toward his vehicle. The whole time the older man stares at Kera, confusion glazing his eyes, his mouth opening and shutting like a guppy in oxygen depleted water. “I…I don’t see how—”
“I know,” she says and pats his arm. “No one blames you.”
Grandpa settles the man behind the wheel, and before he closes the door, he leans down. “This was an accident, Ed. A sad, unavoidable accident that could have killed someone. We’re damn lucky it didn’t.”
The man looks at Kera, then nods, and Grandpa closes the door. After Mr. Tanner drives off, Grandpa and Kera join Grandma, Leo, and me on the porch. “What are we going to do?” Grandma asks.
Grandpa turns to Kera. “You used some woo-woo on him, didn’t you?”
“I only projected a sense of calmness onto both of them.”
“Will he forget about all this?”
She shrugs. “Humans are easily manipulated if they aren’t careful. It depends on him.”
“Ed’s about as mulish as they come. He’ll be back.”
Wyatt approaches. “I’m going to take my dad home.” He stares at Kera. “I don’t know what you did…”
He doesn’t finish his sentence, only stares at Kera for a moment before leaving. Kera watches him go, scratching her arm until tiny red streaks appear. “He knows about us.”
I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “Yeah, I almost blew him up. That’s kind of a dead giveaway.”
Grandma, yakking about crazy people doing crazy things, takes Grandpa inside, and soon it’s just Leo, Kera, and I.
Leo turns around and leans his elbows on the railing, gazing up at the porch ceiling. “I’m shamefully disappointed there wasn’t a fight,” Leo says with a grin that enters his voice. “I could’ve used the money. I got a date.”
“I nearly swallowed my tongue when he mentioned Jason,” I admit.
“Bro, my dad says Carl Delgato plays poker every Thursday, and since Jason disappeared, he hasn’t missed a night. He’s not even looking for his son. That’s messed up, huh?”
Jason’s and my life are more similar than I first thought. Until I came here, if I had gone missing, no one would have bothered finding me either. The thing is, I know where Jason is. I have unfinished business concerning him, and if I don’t see it through soon, his spirit will haunt my dreams until I do.
Leo nods at my leg. “How’re you doing?”
I test it out and there’s only a small twinge when I bounce on it. “Good enough.”
Leo glances at Kera, then quickly away. He does it several more times, until I notice how quiet she’s become. Unusually quiet. “You okay, baby?” I ask.
She nods and quickly looks away.
Leo sighs. “I’m going to say it. Cool mind trick, Kera, but kind of creepy.”
Kera rubs her hand across the smooth, white painted railing and still doesn’t say anything. I have to agree with Leo, but I can’t publicly. I’m beginning to see Kera is having more problems adjusting to the infusion of magic than I thought. “Seriously, are you okay?”
She bites her lip, rubs her wrist, and nods. “A lot has happened today.”
“You can say that again,” Leo says, “and we’ve still got six more hours to go.”
Kera moves around me and whispers something in Leo’s ear I can’t quite catch. Okay, that’s plain weird. I stand straight and face Leo. “What’s this? I’m comatose for half a day and you steal my girl?”
Leo throws up his hands. “Bro, you can trust me. I’ve been…” He slices a question at Kera. “You going to tell him?”
She pales and shakes her head. I feel a spike of fear run through her, and I straighten. “You’re keeping secrets?”
“Not for long.” Leo looks out over the front lawn where the iron statues used to stand. Now they’re all scrubbed to raw iron and near the entrance to Teag, hopefully keeping us safe from any rogue firsts.
Kera turns her big violet eyes on me. “Do you trust me?”
“Yeah.” I don’t even have to think about it, but I’m wondering if I should.
Up until now, the people in my life have been more interested in themselves than me. I’m not averse to having a relationship, just not a fake one. I know how to deal with the rejection when I’m expecting it; it’s the getting my hopes up when I meet someone I think I can trust, and then having those illusions crushed that’ll drop me to my knees.
But with Kera, I have a unique bond. We instantly clicked. It’s that mystical thing everyone talks about, but no one believes is true. It’s what Romeo had for Juliet. What Isolde had for Tristan. What Lancelot had for Guinevere. They’re all tragic lovers, which should make me stop and reconsider my path, but my love for Kera is different. It’s real...though, like me and my magic, it must have limits. I don’t know what those limits are, and I’m not in a rush to find out.
Kera kisses my cheek. “I’ll tell you soon, I promise. Just remember, I can’t abide suffering.”
I turn to Leo. “What does that mean?”
He shakes his head. “Chick thing. If I were you, I wouldn’t try to dissect it.” He gives a sharp wave good-bye and starts down the porch stairs. “I’ve got to go clean out the back of my truck. It stinks like dead meat.”
Kera waves and says in a quiet, sweet voice, “Thank you, Leo.”
“Yeah. Sure.” He waves back and disappears around the corner of the house.
I turn, fold my arms across my chest, and lean my hip against the rail to watch Kera. She’s found another animal and this one is carnivorous? Her cheeks pinken as I continue to stare. She won’t look at me. “Kera, did you find another animal?”
She dips her head and still won’t make eye contact.
“Let me rephrase that. It’s not a secret. We know what you’ve done.”
“You know?”
“Bringing Leo into it was the tip-off. Grandpa says you can’t keep it. It’s not right. Dangerous, even.”
Her obsession with the cute and cuddly is sweet, but what if the animal turns aggressive? What if it has rabies? Has she thought of that? Does she know about that kind of thing?
She slides her hands along my crossed arms, slips her fingers between mine, and brings our hands together until we’re palm to palm and toe to toe. The misery on her face reflects her dilemma. “I’m not trying to keep him. He won’t leave.”
Having her this close is distracting. The smell of her. The way her lips tip up at the corners. The softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. I force myself to stay on topic. “You’re feeding him, that’s why.”