Sasha’s grin made her look more like her usual self than she had since Claire had arrived. “Sure. Go ahead. But we’re not done talking about this.”
“Whatever,” Claire said, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, I followed the recipe and mixed up the potion. At first, nothing happened, and I thought I got it wrong, but then I came to this.” She opened it to the Cold Blood addendum and its counterspell, half expecting the words to be gone.
They were right where she left them.
“What the hell . . . ?” Xander murmured, leaning in closer.
“It’s the same handwriting as the letters,” Sasha said.
“I know. Marie wrote them both, I think. Here.” Claire pushed the book toward them. “Read it.”
They were silent as they lowered their eyes to the paper. Claire tapped her toes nervously against the tile floor until Sasha looked up.
“Well?” Claire said.
“Maximilian wants to turn our blood cold?”
Claire nodded. “The whole spell isn’t there, just the addendum. But I think that’s the entire counterspell.”
“You can tell a lot about what a recipe requires by its counter,” Sasha murmured. “Some of this stuff is standard, but Asafoetida? That’s just weird. And what’s with the ‘blood given by one true and powerful enough to summon and call the loas to her aid’?”
“I don’t know,” Claire said. “It’s so vague. I was thinking maybe it means a Houngan or Mambo gives their blood to help perform the spell?”
“Man . . .” Sasha muttered. “Voodoo was freaky back then.”
“Well, if that’s what it means, it sounds like you need the blood for both the Cold Blood spell and its counter,” Xander said, studying the page.
“What makes you say that?”Sasha asked.
“‘As with the addendum to the original spell, so, too, must the counterspell include it,’” he read. “It’s saying that the ingredient added to the original spell has to be in the counter, too.”
Claire hadn’t gotten that far, but it made sense. “So to work the counter, you’d have to have the blood of someone powerful enough to use in the spell, too.”
Xander picked up the book. “If this ties into the letters, Sorina’s the one Marie was talking about when she wrote ‘one among us seeks to work it for evil.’”
“Right,” Sasha said. “So she made a plea to the loas that the spell be allowed only with blood from someone powerful enough to summon the loas.” She sighed. “Way to be vague, Marie.”
“Well, she does use the word ‘she’ in the addendum,” Xander said.
“Maybe Eugenia’s a Mambo?” Sasha suggested. “She could be planning to use her own blood in the spell.”
Claire shook her head. “I don’t think we should rule out men. For all we know, Marie used ‘she’ as an all-purpose pronoun. I have a feeling Max is way more powerful than Eugenia.”
Xander nodded. “That would make sense. He’s the one who wants to use the spell against the Guild.”
“Against us,” Sasha said softly. “As revenge for what happened to Elisabeta.”
Now that they were connecting the dots, Claire thought of something. “Maximilian had the letters, but they don’t contain the spell. How does he even know what to do if it was such a secret?”
“There was one other book written by Marie,” Sasha said softly. “Another spell book.”
Claire thought about the book that had been stolen from the Kincaid store. She’d been just a kid when it had happened and hadn’t given it much thought, hadn’t understood why her father’s face had been ashen, her mother near tears.
“You think Maximilian stole it,” Claire said softly. “Which would mean he’s been working on this a long time.”
“It makes sense,” Xander said. “And he wouldn’t have bothered with the other book if it looked like a standard spell primer.”
“I don’t even know if they were together at the time of the theft. We only put the other book in the safe after the first one was stolen.”
Sasha was quiet for a minute before she spoke. “Max probably got the letters first. Once he had those, he would know there was such a thing as the Cold Blood spell. Then, all he’d have to do is figure out where the recipe was. And that would have led him back to New Orleans.” Sasha looked into Claire’s eyes. “Back to you and your family.”
“But why would Marie write down such a dangerous spell?” Claire asked.
“Just because she was a Mambo doesn’t mean she had the memory to hold thousands of spells in her head,” Xander answered.
They were quiet for a minute before Sasha spoke.
“Well, at least we have the counterspell. We can work it up and Maximilian won’t be able to do anything to us.”
“If we’re strong enough,” Claire added. “Plus, what about the other ingredient? The blood given by someone really powerful?”
“The three of us plus Allegra should be able to counteract one voodoo priest,” Sasha said. “And we can ask Eddie what he thinks about the blood. He’s old-school. He has to know someone powerful enough.”
“Where are we going to do this?” Xander asked. “Since we don’t have a store on-site, my place is out. We don’t have a work space other than the room upstairs that my mom uses.”
A couple of guys in suits trailed through the kitchen.
“Excuse us,” one of them said. Claire recognized him as one of Bernard’s security contingent.
“I think it’s safe to say my house is out, too,” Sasha said when the men had exited through the back door. “Too much going on. Too many people.”
“We can use our store,” Claire said. “My parents aren’t even here yet. Your parents will want to fill them in on everything, they’ll talk about it forever, and then my parents will want to stick around to make sure yours are okay. I’d say we have at least a couple of hours, probably more.”
“Aren’t they expecting you to be here, though?” Sasha asked.
“I’ll tell them we’re going back to our house to get you away from all the activity here. You can tell your parents the same thing. After everything that happened, it makes perfect sense. We can call Allegra and Eddie on the way.”
Sasha’s nod was slow as she thought about it. “I’ll go upstairs and tell my mom and dad.”
Xander pulled his keys out of his pocket. “I’ll drive.”
“I have my bike,” Claire reminded him.
“We’ll put it in the back. Sasha should still be able to fit back there if she squeezes.”
After everything that had happened—everything that was happening—Claire wasn’t about to argue.
She texted her parents while Sasha was upstairs. When she slipped her phone back into her pocket, Xander took one of her hands.
“You used a de-cloaking spell.” He said it softly, like he was afraid that if he made a big deal about it he’d scare her off.
“I guess I did,” she admitted.
“So . . . what does that mean?” he asked.
She considered the question, more loaded than it sounded on the surface.
“I don’t know,” she finally said. “I needed answers. But I haven’t had a chance to really think about it.”
He nodded, pulling her to him. “That’s okay. We have time.”
Sasha returned a couple of minutes later. “All set.”
“I’ll get my bike,” Claire said. “I left it out back.”
“We’ll pull the car up,” Xander said. “The driveway was packed. I had to park around the block.”
“Meet you guys out front in a couple of minutes.”
Sasha and Xander headed for the front of the house while Claire exited through the back. She could hear Bernard’s men talking somewhere to the left of the property, probably searching the grounds for clues about how the intruder had gotten in and out without being seen.