Haunted
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"Still?" I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. "I wonder if her mother blocked the memories after I left the Coven. Not that I can imagine Ruth doing such a thing—but, well, I can't imagine Paige would just forget me on her own. I taught Paige her first spell. An unlock spell, because her mom kept locking up her favorite toys—"
"Paige told me something else," Lucas cut in. "When she met you in the ghost world, you said a few things that concerned her. She said you were trying to find a way to help Savannah, and you seemed very determined to do so."
"Hey, I didn't mean any disrespect to you guys. You're doing a great job—" I stopped. "You think that's what I'm doing? That I took over Paige's body to come back? Whoa. No, no, no." I twisted, trying to look at him, but he held my throat, keeping my face turned from his. "I'm back to do something very specific, very short-term, very important. Then I'm gone. I'm not even telling Savannah that I'm here."
He hesitated, then said, "What exactly is this 'something'?"
"Can I sit down? Please?"
Another hesitation, longer this time. Then his fingers relaxed on my neck. As I rubbed my throat, I gave him a brief rundown of the situation, leaving out as many details as possible, since I wasn't sure how much I should or could tell.
"So you are telling me that Jaime Vegas is planning to kill Paige and me, and blame Savannah?"
"Right."
He picked up the cordless phone from the desk. "You have one minute to return Paige to her body, or I will, within an hour, have the best necromancer in the country here to exorcise you… a process that I promise you will find most unpleasant."
"Er, I think I'd better give you the expanded version."
He held up the phone. "Two minutes."
When I finished, his eyes met mine, his expression unreadable.
"So what happened at the community center, the shooting. That was this Nix."
I nodded, but I knew I'd failed, that my story was too preposterous and he wasn't—
"We were worried that it was somehow connected to Savannah," he said quietly. "We tried to convince ourselves we were being paranoid but—" His head shot up. "This Nix is in Jaime? Right now?"
 
"Yeah, but don't worry. We'll head her off before she gets near—"
Lucas was already on his feet and flying out the door. I jumped off my chair and tore after him.
"Hey!" I called as he bounded down the stairs.
He didn't even slow. He hit the bottom step and wheeled through the dining room doorway, disappearing. I ran into the dining room just as he flew through the kitchen, pausing only to grab his keys.
"Oh, shit!" I said. "She's already here, isn't she? That's who's with Savannah."
I caught up with Lucas in the lean-to, as he yanked the cover off his motorcycle.
"Hold on," I said. When he didn't listen, I snatched the keys from his hand. "Lucas, hold on! She's not after Savannah, and if you go tearing off to wherever they've gone, she'll know we're on to her. Given the choice between killing Savannah and abandoning her revenge altogether, I sure as hell know which one she'll pick."
He turned to me, mouth opening to say something, then stopping as he saw me, a look of disconcertment passing behind his eyes.
"Cast the glamour spell," I said.
"Hmmm?"
"This is making you uncomfortable—me looking like Paige. You know what I really look like, so cast the glamour spell, so you'll see that instead."
He nodded, and cast it. When he finished, his eyes darted my way, shoulders tense, as if bracing himself.
Then he relaxed.
"Better?" I said.
He nodded. "Thank you."
"You'll have to uncast it when they come back, so you remember who I'm supposed to be. So when did Jaime get here?"
"This morning. Savannah, of course, was thrilled to see her, and Paige and I—" He shook his head. "We were just as happy, thinking it was exactly what Savannah needed, how thoughtful it was…" Another sharp shake of his head.
"She didn't seem at all… odd?"
"Had it been anyone else, I'm sure I would have thought so. But Jaime's moods—and behavior—can be… erratic. She called after she heard about the shooting, and was concerned about Savannah, so for her to get a sudden notion to visit wasn't abnormal, not for Jaime."
He looked back at the keys in my hand. I clasped my hand around them, hiding them.
"Trust me," I said. "I want to go after her at least as much as you do, but so long as you don't have the keys, and I can't drive a motorcycle, we're pretty darned safe. So where'd they go? Will they be gone long?"
"They're just going to the video store, and picking up a few groceries. They should be back any moment." He walked out of the lean-to, and peered down the driveway. "Perhaps I should call on my cell—"
"Good idea. Tell them you forgot you're out of milk or something."
He nodded and called. From his voice, I knew he'd phoned Savannah. I don't think I could have made that call without betraying something, if not screaming for her to get out of the car and run back here as fast as she could. Lucas handled it as calmly as if he'd really been calling to ask her to pick up something else.
"She's fine," he said when he hung up. "They're finishing up at the store now, meaning we have about ten minutes to devise a plan."
 
We came up with a decent basic premise. Well, Lucas came up with most of it, but that was his thing, so I left him to it and refined as necessary. It was still impossible to plot a complete strategy like "when she comes in the house, you send her upstairs, and I'll hide, then…"
The moment the Nix realized she'd been led into a trap, she'd jump free from Jaime's body. So the mortal blow had to come as a surprise. Or, as we decided, maybe not as such a surprise. There was one time when we could battle the Nix without her realizing what was happening and leap clear: when she was the one who initiated the fight. In other words, we had to wait until she made her move to kill one of us.
She'd expect us to fight then.
"Quickly," he said, as the car sounded in the drive. "Get upstairs, back into Paige's office, and close the door. I'll tell them that a client's Web site crashed, and you're not to be disturbed. I'll bring dinner up—"