Late Eclipses
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“Magic-burn. It’s not pleasant, but you get used to it.” I glanced at Spike. It looked perfectly normal. “What did you do?”
“Something I shouldn’t have?” he said, rubbing his forehead as he managed to get his feet back underneath him. “I’d rather not get used to this, if it’s all the same to you.”
“Seriously, what did you do?” If he’d cured Spike, he might be able to cure Luna.
He must have guessed what I was thinking, because he shook his head, expression grave. “I pulled the salt out of its—sap, blood, whatever—and replaced it with gypsum.”
“So you couldn’t do that for Luna,” I said, letting go of my fragile hope. Even I know that mammals need salt, and even if Luna was part-plant, she was still a mammal.
“It would kill her,” he said. “As it is, I don’t know how long this ‘fix’ will last. The salt’s still in the soil. Your goblin’s probably going to get sick again.”
“If we don’t fix this, you mean,” I said.
“If you don’t fix this, a sick rose goblin is going to be the least of your problems.”
“True enough.” Something rustled in the bushes, and two more thorny heads poked through the leaves. One had electric pink eyes; the other’s eyes were a mossy green. Rose goblins. I smiled. “Looks like your spell was more effective than you thought.”
“That explains my headache,” he said, wincing again.
“Toby gets those all the time,” said May, reaching up to pry a thorn out of her shoulder. Spike chirped, annoyed. “Usually after she does something stupid.”
“I’m not normally this dumb,” he said wryly.
May flashed a smile. “Toby inspires stupidity.”
“Hey!” I protested, not really minding. Walther got dragged into things by Lily’s death, and May was involved as long as I was; if they could relax, even a little, more power to them. “I do not. Walther, are you safe to drive?”
“I should be. I have some aspirin in the car.”
“Good. I want you to head for Golden Gate Park. Find Tybalt; give him the antitoxin and tell him what to do with it. Get things started.”
“Right.” He gave me a sidelong look. “And you?”
“I’m going to send a message to Sylvester. I’ll meet you at the Tea Gardens in a little while.” Assuming I got out of Shadowed Hills alive.
“Your wish is my command,” he said, and smiled, a trace of impish humor showing in the set of his jaw.
“Good. Let’s get moving.” Spike rode on May’s shoulder as we walked back to the parking lot, watching with interest as our train of rose goblins increased. There were more than a dozen of them following us by the time we reached Walther’s car.
“There’s something you don’t see every day,” I commented.
Walther laughed. “Maybe you would if you gardened more.” He opened the car door. I suppressed the urge to tell him to check the backseat. “See you soon?”
“Count on it.” He waved to May, then climbed into the car and drove away.
“He’s nice,” May said, lifting Spike from her shoulder and putting it on the top of my car. “Weird, but nice. And what he did for Spike, I mean, that was really cool.”
“What he did for Luna, too,” I said. “This is the best lead we’ve had in a while.” I glanced toward the top of the hill and frowned.
May followed my gaze, asking, “Is it safe to go in?”
“No, probably not.” I looked away. “I should call. See if I can get Quentin to come out. I just wish . . . ”
“I know.” May put her hand on my shoulder.
The payphone at the edge of the parking lot rang. I jumped.
May laughed, starting toward it. “It’s just a phone. Relax.”
“May—”
“It’s just a phone.” She picked up the receiver, still half-laughing. “May Daye here.” Then she paused, going quiet.
“May?” I called. “May, are you okay?”
She turned and held the phone toward me, expression uncertain. “It’s for you.”
TWENTY-THREE
THE SCENE WAS STARTING TO ACQUIRE A strange, dreamlike quality, like it wasn’t really happening. I must have been poisoned again, I thought, as I walked over and took the phone. I wonder when that happened. “Hello?”
“I see you found the salt,” said Oleander. “I have to admit, you’ve impressed me. I heard about your little game with Blind Michael, but I thought it must have been dumb luck. When did you learn how to think?”
I dug the nails of my free hand into my bandaged palm. The pain was almost reassuring. “I’m not going to let you get to me. And you’re not getting near Luna ever again.”
“How were you planning to stop me? It’s brave of you to rattle your spears in my direction, but you don’t know where I am. You don’t even know whether you’re really talking to me. I could just be a dial tone.”
“May heard you.”
“Who’d believe the word of a Fetch? She’ll see you dead, you know.”
“You poisoned me.”
“So I did; three times now. You check your car so carefully, but you never wipe the handles on your door.” She sounded amused. “Did your little Tylwyth Teg tell you about my work? Meddler. He won’t be helping you anymore.”
“What did you do to Walther?” May’s eyes widened. I waved her back. “I swear, if you’ve touched any more of my friends—”
“You’ll what, whine me to death? ‘Oh, poor me, I’m poisoned, my friends are dying, I’m a fish, oh, I should die.’ ” Her voice dropped, becoming predatory. “Don’t worry about the last part. It’s going to be arranged.”
“Oleander—”
“Is it already time for the empty threats of violence? I thought you’d go slow with me. After all, I’m going slow with you.”
“Leave us alone!” I shouted, my pent-up anger boiling to the surface. Spike yowled, thorns rattling.
Oleander laughed. “Not likely; I have unfinished business with your ‘friends’—and with you.” The venom in her voice answered a question I’d almost forgotten: whatever she had against me was bigger than I could have earned on my own. What Karen showed me—the dream she sent me—really happened. It was the only explanation. “You’re taking the fall for this one.”