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Mat when I’m ready.”
My fingers cramped when White Feather’s grip tightened on mine. The ring on my left hand warmed even as the air swirled around it. “In case there was ever any doubt.” White Feather held up our linked hands. “Adriel’s mine. My family. Do what you have to do any way you see fit with your relationships, but mine is for life. Be happy she’s giving you twenty-four hours instead of marching over there right now, because if that’s what she decides to do, I’m going with her.”
I sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. As introductions went, that was putting the cards on the table. I had expected “This is Adriel,” or “Adriel, the witch I told you about.” My heart was beating fast, but his words tripped it with relief. A small spark of giddiness spread through me that was its own kind of magic. I tamped down on my anger, letting some of it drain into Mother Earth.
White Feather didn’t bother to employ a similar trick with the wind, at least not until his mother stepped away from the entrance to the kitchen, breaking the stare between the brothers.
“Welcome to the family,” she said. “I hope you like enchiladas, and I hope you like things hot. This family doesn’t do cold chile or cold anything else.” She set down a bread basket and approached us. When she clasped my free hand, she felt the ring White Feather had given me.
The diamond sparkled up at her. She smiled and winked at White Feather. She released my hand and hugged White Feather. Her black hair, mostly gray on the top, wound down her back in a single braid that was still black on the latter third.
White Feather had to lean way over to embrace his mother.
As soon as she stepped back she said to me, “Ignore any food you don’t like and eat what you do. My son tells me you are of the earth.” She inhaled deeply as though she might be able to smell me. “That is good.”
She touched my arm and guided me to a chair, leaving White Feather to follow. “Sage bread for appetizer?”
My hand might have been a bit shaky from residual anger as I helped myself to a slice from the woven basket.
There was a long silence before Tara finally broke it with her own concerns. “How is Lynx?”
I chewed on a bite of warm bread. Even in my current state my taste buds declared the bread a slice of heaven. “Lynx? He’s fine. I’ll tell him you asked after him.”
Her face blanched. “I don’t think it will do much good. I have about as much luck with relationships as Gordon.”
Gordon didn’t have his head down, not exactly, but he was intent on buttering his bread. His intense concentration was warranted even without the family spat. The bread tasted of baking in a stone oven; crisp crust, wonderfully soft center. I followed his example and focused on eating. It wasn’t hard to compliment the blue corn enchiladas or the cheesy pan-sauteed zucchini.
For the rest of the evening we all behaved, but the event could only be considered a qualified success. No one died and there were no actual fist fights. I didn’t set off any spells, and if Gordon had any, he kept them quiescent.
I fully intended to follow through with my threat to tell Mat, and everyone knew it. That fact kept Gordon appropriately preoccupied. Before we left, I would have suggested Gordon have fire engines in the area to put out the fire that was likely to ignite across his head when he told Mat, but Tara distracted me when she handed me a note.
“For Lynx,” she whispered. “I spelled it. You won’t be able to read it.”
“Do you want me to try?”
She started to reply and then stopped, warring with her desire to know if I could beat her magic.
I laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t.”
White Feather’s mother hugged us both and sent us home with leftovers.
On the way back to White Feather’s house, he asked, “Were you ever mad that when we met, I pretended to be someone else?”
“We weren’t dating. We were business
My fingers cramped when White Feather’s grip tightened on mine. The ring on my left hand warmed even as the air swirled around it. “In case there was ever any doubt.” White Feather held up our linked hands. “Adriel’s mine. My family. Do what you have to do any way you see fit with your relationships, but mine is for life. Be happy she’s giving you twenty-four hours instead of marching over there right now, because if that’s what she decides to do, I’m going with her.”
I sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. As introductions went, that was putting the cards on the table. I had expected “This is Adriel,” or “Adriel, the witch I told you about.” My heart was beating fast, but his words tripped it with relief. A small spark of giddiness spread through me that was its own kind of magic. I tamped down on my anger, letting some of it drain into Mother Earth.
White Feather didn’t bother to employ a similar trick with the wind, at least not until his mother stepped away from the entrance to the kitchen, breaking the stare between the brothers.
“Welcome to the family,” she said. “I hope you like enchiladas, and I hope you like things hot. This family doesn’t do cold chile or cold anything else.” She set down a bread basket and approached us. When she clasped my free hand, she felt the ring White Feather had given me.
The diamond sparkled up at her. She smiled and winked at White Feather. She released my hand and hugged White Feather. Her black hair, mostly gray on the top, wound down her back in a single braid that was still black on the latter third.
White Feather had to lean way over to embrace his mother.
As soon as she stepped back she said to me, “Ignore any food you don’t like and eat what you do. My son tells me you are of the earth.” She inhaled deeply as though she might be able to smell me. “That is good.”
She touched my arm and guided me to a chair, leaving White Feather to follow. “Sage bread for appetizer?”
My hand might have been a bit shaky from residual anger as I helped myself to a slice from the woven basket.
There was a long silence before Tara finally broke it with her own concerns. “How is Lynx?”
I chewed on a bite of warm bread. Even in my current state my taste buds declared the bread a slice of heaven. “Lynx? He’s fine. I’ll tell him you asked after him.”
Her face blanched. “I don’t think it will do much good. I have about as much luck with relationships as Gordon.”
Gordon didn’t have his head down, not exactly, but he was intent on buttering his bread. His intense concentration was warranted even without the family spat. The bread tasted of baking in a stone oven; crisp crust, wonderfully soft center. I followed his example and focused on eating. It wasn’t hard to compliment the blue corn enchiladas or the cheesy pan-sauteed zucchini.
For the rest of the evening we all behaved, but the event could only be considered a qualified success. No one died and there were no actual fist fights. I didn’t set off any spells, and if Gordon had any, he kept them quiescent.
I fully intended to follow through with my threat to tell Mat, and everyone knew it. That fact kept Gordon appropriately preoccupied. Before we left, I would have suggested Gordon have fire engines in the area to put out the fire that was likely to ignite across his head when he told Mat, but Tara distracted me when she handed me a note.
“For Lynx,” she whispered. “I spelled it. You won’t be able to read it.”
“Do you want me to try?”
She started to reply and then stopped, warring with her desire to know if I could beat her magic.
I laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t.”
White Feather’s mother hugged us both and sent us home with leftovers.
On the way back to White Feather’s house, he asked, “Were you ever mad that when we met, I pretended to be someone else?”
“We weren’t dating. We were business
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