‘Jude will help,’ Maxine said eagerly.

‘Jude will not help,’ Xan said. ‘Jude is finished. Mare has chosen Crash. It’s going to make things difficult, but I’ll simply have to adapt.’

‘No.’ Maxine drew closer. ‘That’s what I wanted to tell you, Jude will try harder. Don’t fire him or turn him into something, he’ll do better, really…’

The cream was ready, so Xan tuned Maxine out and picked up three glass beads strung on a silver thread, beads she’d separated temporarily from the see glass. ‘Deirdre, Elizabeth, and Moira,’ she said over the cream and the beads, as Maxine leaned still closer, pleading with her. ‘May your deepest passions be unleashed-’

‘Please, Xantippe,’ Maxine said.

‘- may your wildest fantasies come true-’

‘- he’ll try really hard-’

‘- may this night make you one with your true love-’

‘-Xantippe!’

‘- so I say, so be-’

Maxine moved to grab her arm and knocked the cinnamon box and the see glass into the cream.

‘- it,’ Xan said, and watched as the cream began to turn dark as the entire box of cinnamon sticks and the see glass sank to the bottom of the pan. She sighed and dropped in the Fortune sisters’ beads, too.

Maxine stood frozen as Xan turned to her.

‘That was bad, Maxine.’

‘I’m sorry, Xantippe.’

Xan looked down at the rapidly darkening cream, sighed again, and then took a glass rod from the table and fished out the see glass, letting the cream drip from it before she wiped it clean.

Maxine swallowed. ‘What’s going to happen now?’

‘Now?’ Xan poured herself a drink. ‘Now there’s going to be a hot time in the old town tonight.’

Maxine’s eyes got huge. ‘It’s going to burn down?’

‘Only figuratively. Go home, Maxine.’

‘What did I do?’

‘The spell was meant for the sisters only,’ Xan said. ‘That’s why there were only three beads. But you blundered. You knocked the whole see glass in, so now the entire town-’

‘What about Jude?’

‘Forget Jude. He’s finished.’

‘What do you mean, finished?’

‘Go home, Maxine.’

‘No, please!’

‘Home, Maxine.’

Maxine backed toward the paneled door, sniffing, her breath coming in mewing sounds. She stopped when she had it open. ‘Xantippe?’

Xan was still watching the dark cream bubble. It had been such an elegant spell, so beautifully subtle, so carefully aimed.

Now it was going to be a fuckfest. She put her forehead in her hand. ‘Xantippe?’

Xan raised her head, looked into Maxine’s terrified little eyes, and raised her hand.

‘No!’ Maxine screamed and dove through the door, letting the panel slam behind her.

Xan watched in the see glass as Maxine landed in a sobbing heap behind the Dumpster.

She was going to have to do something about Maxine. She turned back to the glass, decided that Salem’s Fork was not something she wanted to see tonight, and covered it with a velvet cloth before leaving the room.


Dee was still a block away from the inn when she spotted Danny’s Triumph at the curb. Absently rubbing at her right shoulder blade, she stopped dead in the street.

Should she go on up? More important, would he talk to her? Would he understand?

Dee didn’t even want to think about the scars Danny could inflict before he left. Or that she could inflict on him. What choice did she have, though? What choice had she ever really had?

Her pulse had speeded up again, and she had to lay a hand on her chest to help her breathe.

‘Danny?’

He was sitting on the white wicker swing on Velma’s front porch. Dee realized he was bent over, his head in his hands. She strode up the sidewalk.

He jumped to his feet. ‘Dee?’

His face looked drawn, his hair spiked from where he’d been tangling it in his hands. His smile, when it came, was lopsided and sweet. Dee ignored the flare of panic in her chest and kept walking. She met Danny at the bottom of the porch steps.

‘I went to your house,’ he said, giving her a quick, hard hug, ‘but you weren’t there. I’m sorry.’ Another hug, then he pulled back, running a hand down her face, as if apologies had to be tactile. ‘I really am. I wish I had a good excuse for taking off on you like that. My mother would have called me everything but a Republican for what I did.’

She fingered his hair back into a semblance of order. ‘It’s all right. I’m sorry I upset you.’

He dipped his head. ‘I guess I’m a little touchier than I thought. After what happened to my family, I’m afraid all New Age psychicbabble just sets me off.’

Well, good. Dee wouldn’t have wanted to feel too good before she had her come-to-Jesus meeting with him. Over his shoulder, the curtains shifted in the front window, and Dee caught a flash of Velma’s face. She was amazed the little woman had the restraint to stay in the house.

‘Would you like to take a walk?’ she asked Danny.

He took a wry look at the sky. ‘It looks like it’s going to rain.’

True. Dingy gray clouds scudded fast, and the air was thick with the smell of unsettled dust. Dee wished like hell it would just rain and get it over with.

‘Not yet,’ she said.

Are you a prognosticator, now?’

The clouds reflected in the cerulean of his eyes, like a portent of things to come. Dee tried not to shiver. ‘Nah. I just know the weather here. Come on.’

‘Will you go to France with me when we get back?’

He was smiling. She did her best to smile back. ‘Only if we can bring Lizzie, Mare, and Pywackt.’

‘All of them?’

‘Well, it wouldn’t be fair if I saw Montmartre and they didn’t. Besides, Py’s always had a hankering to see France. He collects Edith Piaf records.’

Danny shook his head. ‘Cool cat. Come on.’

Somehow they ended up hand in hand. Dee didn’t mind. She relished the feel of his callused fingers as they wound around hers. The sense of belonging. It was nice for a moment to just pretend she was doing nothing more than taking a walk with her honey.

It was Saturday. A chorus of lawnmowers serenaded the street. A couple of kids were skateboarding beneath the overgrown elm trees that lined the sidewalk. Pete Semple had his garage open and was hammering on something. Mrs Ledbetter hurried past with an armful of groceries. Nobody paid attention to Dee and Danny.

Dee rubbed at her shoulder again, wondering what she’d been thinking to believe she was brave.

‘Has Xan called you again?’ she asked.

‘You want her to?’

‘It doesn’t matter what I want her to do. It just matters that she doesn’t hurt you.’

Danny looked over at her, every instinctive suspicion plain in his bright blue eyes. ‘We’ve had this discussion, Dee.’

‘No we haven’t,’ she said. ‘Not really. It’s why it’s important we have it now. Has she called?’

‘No. Should she?’

‘I imagine she will, and when she does I need you to tell me right away. I’m not exactly sure what her strategy is this time. I just know she has to be stopped. Which is why I’m talking to you now.’

‘I guess I still don’t understand.’

‘Well, I hope I’m going to clear it up for you.’

Because above and beyond the obvious dilemma, if Dee couldn’t prove what she was, he would never understand what a threat Xan was. Not just to her and her sisters. To him. Xan would delight in breaking Danny James.

‘What do you need to tell me?’ he asked.

‘I’m a shapeshifter.’

Good God, where had that come from? Hi, my name is Dee and I’m a shapeshifter. I’ll be taking questions now.

She wouldn’t have been surprised if Danny just picked up and ran off. Instead he pulled her to a halt, still holding hands right in the middle of the sidewalk. One of the skateboarders missed them by inches and yelled invectives.

‘My sister Lizzie changes silverware into shoes,’ Dee said before she could chicken out. ‘My sister Mare can rearrange furniture without using her hands. My mother could tell the future, and Xan can… well, you saw what she could do this morning. We’ve had these gifts since we were young. Well, actually, since puberty. For the women they arrive then and then wane… change at menopause. I think that’s why Aunt Xan is on the warpath again. She’s just about that age, and I think it terrifies her.’

Danny gave her a bemused smile. ‘All she did this morning was convince me to see you.’

‘She wasn’t there, Danny,’ Dee said. ‘No matter what it looked like. She was a suggestion. Xan deals in suggestion.’

‘And you, uh, shift into…’

She rubbed a finger between her eyes, where a headache was blooming. ‘It depends. I’m still working on control. When you came yesterday morning, you remember the owl sitting on the table?’

His smile had long gone. Now he was looking nervous. ‘Yeah?’

She did her best to smile. ‘Twee. Twee.’

Brandon Upshot rode by on his paper route and almost clipped Danny in the head with a copy of the Salem Times. A car came the other way. Danny didn’t notice.

Suddenly he grinned as if it were the greatest joke in history. ‘Of course you were. And I…’

Dee pulled her hand away. He could have at least tried. She’d already turned for home when he caught hold of her -unfortunately by her right shoulder, which made her yelp.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked.

‘Nothing. I think it’s just time for me to go home.’ Especially since her shoulder had started to burn the minute he’d touched it. Maybe she should have somebody look at it.