“There’s more. Why are you holding back?” Cybil demanded. “We all went through something.”
“When I reached for the doorknob, it wasn’t my hand. Not this hand.” Gage held his up, turned it, studied it. “I saw myself in the mirror. I was about seven, maybe eight. Before that night at the Pagan Stone, younger than that. Before things changed. Before we changed. And he was drunk, and he was coming. Clear enough?”
In the silence, Quinn reached down for her tape recorder, ejected the tape, put in a fresh one. “This hasn’t happened before, am I right on that? That all of you were affected at the same time, that so many were affected?”
“Dreams,” Cal said. “The three of us have dreams, usually on the same night, not always about the same thing. That can happen weeks, even months before the Seven. But something like this, no. Not outside of those seven days.”
“It went to a lot of trouble to get to us,” Fox commented, “to cherry-pick our particular and specific fears.”
“Why were you the only one who was hurt?” Layla demanded. “I felt them bite me, but I didn’t have any bites when I came out of it. But you did. They’re healed now, but you did.”
“Maybe I let it in too far, and my own ability worked against me. Made my fear more real, more tangible. I don’t know.”
“It’s possible.” Quinn considered. “Could it have started with you? Given the timing, it could have started with you first. Used more, well, juice. Fed off that for the rest. Not just your fear, but your pain, too. It used the connections. You to Cal or me-one of us was probably next. Then Layla, then Cybil, and rounding it up with Gage.”
“Like a current. The energy.” Layla nodded. “Moving from one to the other. Fox weakened the current when he broke free. And back down the line. If that’s the way it happened, it could be a kind of defense, couldn’t it? Something we could use.”
“Our energy against its energy.” Quinn gave in and flipped open the pizza box. “Positive against negative.”
“I think we’ll need to do more than think of raindrops on roses.” Cybil slid a slice out for herself. “And whiskers on kittens.”
“While I doubt we’re going to hear the guys do a chorus of ‘Do-Re-Mi,’ even if lives depend on it, roses and kittens are a springboard.” Considering big trauma, Quinn treated herself to an entire slice. “If each of us has personal fears, don’t we all have personal joys? Yes, yes, hokey, but not really over the top. Oh God, this is good. See, personal joy. Pepperoni pizza.”
“That’s not how Fox broke its hold,” Layla pointed out. “I don’t think he mentioned focusing on pizza or rainbows.”
“Not entirely true.” Because Lump’s eyes filled with love, Fox peeled a piece of pepperoni off his slice, fed it to the dog. “I thought about how what was happening was bullshit. Not easy when hungry mutant spiders are crawling all over you.”
“Eating here,” Cal reminded him.
“But I thought more about how we were going to kick the Big Evil Bastard’s ass. How we were going to end him. I kept thinking that, like I was telling him. Trash talking, lots of very foul language. That’s a personal pleasure, on a very real level. And when those things started falling off me, thumping on the ground, I started feeling fairly perky. Not, the hills are alive, spinning around like a lunatic perky. But not half bad, considering.”
“It’s always worked that way for you. Once you figured it out,” Cal added. “And it’s worked for me, for Gage. We’ve been able to break down the illusions-when they are illusions. But I tried, and I couldn’t this time.”
“So you bought it.”
“I-”
“You bought it, at least for a few minutes. Because it was too much, Cal. Everything that matters to you gone. Quinn, your family, us, the town. And just you left. You didn’t stop it, so everyone and everything was gone, killed, destroyed. But you. It was too damn much,” Fox repeated. “Those spiders weren’t real, not all the way real. But I saw my hand after they had at me, and it was swollen to the size of a cantaloupe, and bleeding. The wounds were real, so I’m saying Twisse put a hell of a lot into this one.”
“It’s been over a week since the last incident. Also starting with you, Fox.” Cybil laid a slice on a plate, walked it over to Gage. “It used Block’s jealousy, his anger, maybe his guilt, fed off that, used that to infect him enough to have him attack you.”
“So where did it get the extra amps for this?” Gage shrugged. “If that’s the question, there are plenty of negative emotions running around this town, just like any place else.”
“It’s specific,” Cal disagreed. “It was specific to Block. This was specific to us.”
Cybil slid a glance toward Layla, but said nothing as she took her seat again.
“I was upset, and angry. So were you,” Layla said to Fox. “We had… a disagreement.”
“If it can cook up something like that every time one of us gets pissed off, we’re toast,” Gage decided.
“They were both upset.” Quinn considered how best to phrase it. “With each other. That could factor. And it may be that when the emotions involved are particularly intense, when there’s sexuality involved, it’s more potent.”
Gage lifted his beer. “Again. Toast.”
“I happen to think intense human emotion, emotion that draws from a well of affection,” Cybil added, “and good healthy sex, is a hell of a lot more potent than anything the son of a bitch can throw at us. That’s not spinning in circles on a mountaintop naïveté. It comes from studying human relationships and their power, and this particular situation specifically-and how it’s come to us. How many times have the three of you had a scene like you did before in the kitchen?”
“What scene?” Quinn wanted to know.
“It was nothing,” Cal muttered.
“You were in each other’s faces, shouting obscenities, and about to come to blows. It was…” Cybil’s smile was sly and just a little feline. “Stimulating. Countless times, I wager-want to take the bet?” she asked Gage. “Countless times, and I up my bet to wager several of them have resulted in fists in faces. But here you are. Here you are because at the core, you love each other. That’s the base, and nothing changes it. It can’t shake that base. It must beat its fists-if fists it has-at the barrier it can’t pass. We’re going to need that base, and we’re going to need all those intense human emotions, especially if we’re going to do the incredibly foolish and attempt a blood ritual.”
“You’ve got something,” Quinn stated.
“I think I do. I want to wait to hear back from a couple more sources. But yeah, I think I do.”
“Spill!”
“For one thing, it means all six of us, and we’ll have to go back to the source.”
“The Pagan Stone,” Fox said.
“Where else?”
LATER, CAL GRABBED A MOMENT ALONE WITH Quinn. He drew her into her bedroom, and with his arms around her, just breathed her in. “It was worse,” he said quietly, “worse than it’s ever been because for a while I thought I might have lost you.”
“It was worse, because I couldn’t find you.” She tipped her head back, sank into the kiss with him. “It’s harder when you love someone. It’s better and it’s harder, and it’s pretty much everything.”
“I want to ask you a favor. I want you to go away, just for a few days,” he continued, talking fast. “A week, maybe two. I know you’ve got other writing projects you’re squeezing in. Take a break, maybe go back home to-”
“This is my home now.”
“You know what I mean, Quinn.”
“Sure. And no problem.” Her smile was sunny as June. “As long as you come with me. We’ll have ourselves a little holiday. How’s that?”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I. I’ll go if you go. Otherwise, you’re going to want to drop this. Don’t even think about picking a fight,” she warned him. “I can practically see you trying it out in your head, calculating if you got me mad enough I’d walk. You can’t. I won’t.” For emphasis, she put her hands on his cheeks, squeezed. “You’re scared for me. So am I, just like I’m scared for you. It’s all part of the package now.”