‘Nice entrance,’ Mare said.
‘Overdone,’ Dee said.
‘Well, natural light is tricky,’ Lizzie said fairly. ‘Especially at her age,’ Elric said from inside the circle. Xan’s face darkened.
‘Does not take criticism well,’ Mare said primly. ‘Needs to improve.’
‘And she’s wearing white?’ Dee said. ‘Who is she kidding?’
Lightning split the sky behind Xan, lighting up the circle with fluorescent clarity, tinting the rocks with a bloodred glow.
‘Did she do that?’ Crash whispered to Mare.
‘The lightning, no,’ Mare whispered back. ‘The red light, probably. That’s just high school stuff for her. The real magic is keeping the guys in the circle. If we can distract her, they can get out.’
‘Like if I went and got my bike and rode it straight at her?’
‘I’d get you a very nice wreath and put flowers on your grave every Sunday’
‘So, Plan B,’ Crash said.
Dee stepped forward. ‘Let the guys go, Xan. They’re not part of this. You can keep the frog if you want.’
Jude croaked and the other frog croaked, too, and then sneezed.
‘Of course they’re part of this,’ Xan said, sounding exasperated. ‘I brought them into this. It’s a trade. I brought you True Love-’
‘Thanks for the amphibian,’ Mare said, scowling.
‘Do you know how rare True Love is?’ Xan said to Dee. And I found yours for you. And Lizzie.’ She lifted her head and looked past Dee to Lizzie. ‘You think you’d ever have gone to Toledo and found Elric? It would never have happened. Without me, you never-’
‘Yo,’ Mare said. ‘About the frog.’
‘Oh, for heaven’s sake,’ Xan said to her. ‘I made a mistake. Sue me. You got your mechanic. Stop complaining.’
‘I’m not complaining about the mechanic,’ Mare said. ‘I’m pissed about the frog.’
‘And what are we supposed to give you in return?’ Dee said.
Xan smiled. ‘Your powers, of course.’
Dee looked exasperated. ‘Our powers. Of course.’
‘Well, you’re not using them,’ Xan said, her voice full of reason. ‘You don’t even like yours, Dee, you’re inconvenienced by it, and I can set you free. And Lizzie, well, poor Lizzie can’t control hers, Elric was ready to take it from her just because of the damage she was doing to the universe, like a baby with a flamethrower. And Mare…’ Xan turned and smiled at Mare. ‘Mare doesn’t have enough power to worry about controlling it. She’d rather sell videos and make babies with a mechanic-’
‘I don’t like her,’ Crash said.
‘-except that she can’t do that for fear the villagers will burn her at the stake if she goes to the backwoods of Italy and moves something while she’s screaming, “yesYesYES!” So really, girls, I think I’m making you an excellent offer. I’m giving you the loves of your lives and freedom from powers you don’t even want. I’m doing you a favor-’
‘Well, color us grateful,’ Dee said flatly. ‘Sadly, we’re just going to have to say no. Let them go.’
‘That’s so like you,’ Xan said, drifting closer. ‘Making all the decisions, not even consulting your sisters.’
‘Oh, we’re with her on that,’ Mare said, moving to stand beside Dee, sandwiching Lizzie in the middle. ‘We want our powers. And our lives. We’re selfish like that.’
‘Yep,’ Lizzie said. ‘Let’em go.’
Xan sighed, and opened her arms, the long sleeves of her white dress flowing like bat wings. ‘Fine. Then we’ll do it the hard way’
‘Like there was ever any other way,’ Lizzie muttered and took her sisters’ hands.
‘Maybe we should have been practicing this,’ Mare whispered, praying this was going to work. ‘Like for, thirteen years. Plan ahead.’
‘Stop it,’ Dee said. ‘Strong thoughts. Positive thinking.’
I’m positive we’re going to get our asses kicked, Mare thought and looked at her sisters’ faces, stern and determined as they faced Xan. Well, hell, she’d be stern if Crash were in that damn stone circle, too. She’d be homicidal. ‘Right. Strong thoughts, positive thinking. Don’t cross the streams.’ And then she concentrated on giving Lizzie everything she had.
In her peripheral vision, she could see Xan turn and raise her arms as if to smite the men in the circle, and there was something wrong about that, too theatrical, too Disney witch by far, but Mare couldn’t do anything about it now. She bowed her head, touched her forehead to Lizzie’s shoulder to create a deeper contact, and felt the power start to flow. She heard Lizzie draw in a deep breath and breathed with her, felt blue mist flow into lavender smoke and twine with green, the colors making a watery rope that grew stronger as they twisted together, more powerful because there were three, and a part of her sent a silent apology for all the times she’d sneered at the TV for that power-of-three chant. Around them lightning crackled and then Lizzie raised her head, focused on Xan, and lifted her arms, encircled, and before them Xan wavered, and began to shift, elongating into a green stem, her head blossoming into bright red petals while her face grew slack with shock.
She snarled, ‘A geranium?’ and then Mare rocked as talons raked at her mind, red claws cutting through the rope of then powers, smearing the colors into grays, Lizzie screaming as red mist filled the air, and then she realized she was screaming, too, and Crash hit her hard, knocking her to the ground, cutting the connection to Lizzie and to Dee and to Xan, who’d been raping their gifts, leaving her mind savaged and bloody, Lizzie weeping on the ground, and somewhere in that red mist Dee shrieking, and Xan rising up before them…
Dee felt the hit of energy like an explosion. The geranium was gone, and Xan had turned. All Dee could see was dark red. Old bloodred. She was shaking hard with the energy she’d expended, holding on by her fingertips to Lizzie, and she knew it had all gone wrong. The flow reversed. The rope of their powers tangled and snapped, a living thing that whipped back at them like a live wire. Lizzie screamed and Dee tried to pull her free, but she couldn’t manage it; she couldn’t see. All she could feel was that terrible shriek of energy shattering around them, and then she was on her ass, the connection broken.
She scrambled up, thinking it was Xan, but it was Crash who’d hit them, knocking them around like bowling pins and snapping the connection and saving them. But they were separated now, to be picked off at Xan’s leisure. Lizzie was weeping, and the men were shouting from the circle, Danny yelling, ‘Now, Dee! Now!’
Now.
It was an instant, and it was filled with rage, with the weight of the accumulated years, with the liquid crimson viscera of Xan’s avarice that collected and solidified and grew. Suddenly out of the bloodred mist a dragon rose, black and skeletal and stinking – Xan, her mouth open in a scream of fury. Her eyes glittered crimson. Her neck arched, snakelike, as she reared up to strike Lizzie where she lay helpless on the ground, and Dee thought, Yes, Danny, now, and she let her rage gather, coalesce, compress into form and light and fury, and she rose off the ground herself, there off the dust of defeat where her sisters were still in danger, where Xan wanted to leave them crushed and empty and bloody, and Dee could finally call on every ounce of her power and know that her sisters would help her to finally, finally call that bitch to task. She rose right up, her cells swelling, the light so hot it blinded her in the red mist that suddenly sparked green. She opened her mouth and filled her lungs and shrieked, a terrible bone-chilling cry she’d never heard before, greater than a hawk’s, more awful than any predator she’d ever been or hoped to be, a magnificent full-throated war cry the kind that she’d wanted to let loose her whole life, and she stretched out her hands, but they weren’t hands, and she was the one reaching now, because she was going to impale herself on that fearsome neck, she was going to rip out that snakelike neck that rose above her. The red mist had been swallowed by green fog, but she could see. She could see Xan and she was finally going to have her…