“I promised Channie that I would do everything in my power to make her happy. And I don’t think she’d be very happy if I married someone else.”
Channie said, “I can’t stand the thought of you with another woman. It’s ten times worse than thinking about what I have to do with Hunter.”
Josh said, “I really wish you wouldn’t have shared that with me.”
“The thought of Hunter touching me makes me want to puke, but all I have to do to satisfy the book’s demands is lay there and endure it. You wouldn’t be able to do what you need to do unless you wanted to do it. I can’t stand the thought of you enjoying another woman.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about it, because there will never be any other woman for me.” Josh clapped his hands and rubbed them together, signaling the end of the conversation. “Something smells good. I’m starving.”
Aunt Wisdom lifted the lid off the pot and said, “I hope you like possum stew.”
A rim of green circled Josh’s mouth and darkened the skin under his eyes.
Channie lifted the tea towel off the water pitcher on the table and poured him a glass. “She’s kidding. Aunt Wisdom buys her groceries at WalMart in Whistler’s Gulch.”
Aunt Wisdom said, “I haven’t been able to get into town lately, but that’s a long story.” A long story she obviously didn’t want to tell in front of Josh. “And I didn’t make the stew, Hunter did, so I can’t say for sure what’s in it, but it smells like rabbit.”
After gulping down three helpings of rabbit stew and half a pan of cornbread, Josh volunteered to do the dishes. He was down right fascinated with the hand pump next to the sink — Daddy’s idea of indoor plumbing — and the mason jar full of dish-and-laundry flakes shaved off a bar of homemade lye soap.
Aunt Wisdom told them to “be good” then disappeared into Momma and Daddy’s room with an armful of fresh linens.
Josh bumped Channie’s hip with his and said, “Do you remember the first time we washed dishes together?”
“Of course. Supper at my house, when you finally believed I was telling the truth about magic.”
“It’s hard to believe that was only two and a half months ago.” He handed her the cornbread pan.
She handed it back. “You missed a spot.”
“I feel as if I’ve known you my whole life.”
Channie swallowed around the lump in her throat and nodded.
Josh stared past his reflection in the kitchen window and said, “I can’t imagine life without you.”
Agony knifed through Channie’s heart. She gripped the edge of the countertop, but a soft gasp escaped her throat. Had he changed his mind … about sharing her?
He unstopped the sink and dried his hands on a dish rag. Even with the window closed, Channie heard the water splashing into the frozen garden outside. It was a very short pipe.
Josh pried her hands off the counter then kissed the ring on her finger. “If the book makes it clear that I’m supposed to marry someone else, I have to do it. The only thing more important than your happiness is your safety. So … if I break my promise, will you still be able to keep yours?”
A sense of dread pressed down on Channie’s body, as if Heaven itself were determined to grind her into the ground. Josh had already sacrificed so much for her, how could she deny him anything? “Yes, I’ll keep my promise.”
Josh wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “We still don’t know what the Book of the Dead intends to do with either of us. Try to get some sleep. Maybe a solution will present itself before the full moon.”
“I don’t want to sleep with Aunt Wisdom.”
“I don’t want you to sleep with her, either.”
Channie and Josh waited until Aunt Wisdom fell asleep, then crawled into the loft and cuddled up together. He spooned his trembling body around hers and silently cried himself to sleep.
Channie was too distraught to sleep, too numb to cry. Her brain was on an endless loop replaying the words of the spell without offering a single solution. True love’s kiss will set you free … bind your hearts … a royal mage you must wed … the things you lose are forever lost … Heed the warnings, but be not discouraged.
She shivered even though she was fully clothed and under the blankets with Josh. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Nothing between her and the cold, blue moon peeking over her window sill, pouring its light through her ice-glazed window.
She studied Josh’s face as he slept. His lips parted, softly, like a child’s, but the tears that still glistened on his lashes and the furrowed creases spanning his brow revealed the depth of his grief. She skimmed her fingertips across his forehead, smoothing the wrinkles, but as soon as she lifted her hand, they returned.
Glints of steely-blue shimmered in his curls, like moonlight on black water. Stubble shadowed his cheeks and softened the angle of his jaw. Channie inhaled, drinking his scent. It was muted by dust and sleep, but still intoxicating.
She was only sixteen, but no woman had ever loved a man this completely, this deeply, this … desperately.
Their time together was running out, Channie was going to make every second count. She wouldn’t cross any lines that might endanger him. She would go to her wedding bed a virgin as the book demanded — if not entirely chaste. But she intended to memorize every line, every angle, every muscle of his perfect body before facing her ordeal with Hunter. If Josh wanted to do the same, she wouldn’t stop him.
“Channie.” Josh’s voice was barely a whisper, but it startled her. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?” She’d thought it was fairly obvious.
Josh grabbed her wrists and sat up. “We can’t do this. I won’t risk your life.”
“I’m not trying to seduce you.”
“Were you asleep?” He wrapped his arms around her, but did not pull her onto his lap.
“No. I was not asleep.” Her cheeks and ears burned with shame. If spontaneous combustion were possible, she’d already be in flames. “I just … I wanted … I needed ...” She couldn’t find the words to express what she was feeling, but Josh understood.
“Me too, baby, but we can’t. It’s not worth it.” He kissed the top of her head, laid down and pulled her onto his chest, but when she tried to slide her leg across his, he grabbed her knee and said, “No.”
“Please?” Don’t make me beg.
“Channie, you’re torturing me.”
This was worse than when she’d assaulted him in the bathtub. She’d been under Chastity’s influence and the spell of Josh’s shield. She didn’t have an excuse this time. She said, “I’m sorry,” kissed Josh’s cheek then lifted the covers to climb out of bed.
He grabbed her waist and said, “Stay.”
She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart until the cold, grey light of dawn invaded the loft.
~***~
When Channie climbed down the ladder the next morning, Aunt Wisdom was waiting for her. She sat down at the kitchen table and nodded at the chair next to her. Channie sat down, folded her arms across her chest and waited for the lecture. But instead of scolding her, Aunt Wisdom laid a hand on Channie’s knee and said, “Ordinarily I’d say that whatever you two do together is your own business, but I can’t in good conscience let you risk your safety, or Josh’s. Not when there’s dark magic involved.”
Channie sighed and said, “We’re both virgins. All we did was sleep.”
“Did you forget what the book said? ‘A royal mage you must wed before you share a lover’s bed.’”
“I shared my lover’s bed last night and nothing happened.”
“Josh is your true love, but he isn’t your lover until something does happen. I don’t like meddling in your personal business, but I don’t trust that book. I don’t want you to sleep with Josh again until after you marry Hunter.”
Channie blinked then shook her head.
“Strange rules, I know, but these are st
range circumstances. You can sleep with me in your parents’ bed.”
Channie scowled. She didn’t want to sleep in that bed until she had to.
Aunt Wisdom misunderstood her reluctance and said, “Don’t worry, I changed the sheets as soon as Hunter left.”
After breakfast, Aunt Wisdom grabbed the gunny sack hanging from a nail by the front door and handed it to Josh. “Why don’t you two go check the traps. Hopefully we’ll have some meat to add to the stew.”
Josh stared at the sack in his hands as if it already held a dead rabbit and blanched. “You … trap … animals?”
Aunt Wisdom chuckled. “They don’t exactly hop into the pot of their own accord.”
“Why don’t you just shoot them?” Josh’s gaze darted towards the pine bench. Channie knew he was thinking about the gun stashed inside her backpack.
She slid her arms into her coat, strapped a hunting knife to her right calf and said, “Ammunition is expensive. It’s not worth it for the amount of meat you get from a rabbit.”
“But … traps are cruel.”
Aunt Wisdom said, “Are you a vegetarian?”
“No.”
“Have you ever seen a commercial feed lot?”
“No.”
“I rest my case.”
The first trap was empty, but not the second. Josh’s grimace was so subtle, Channie doubted anyone else would have noticed. She wished the snare had broken the rabbit’s neck or strangled it before they got there, but it was a large male, still alive and kicking. “Josh, turn your back for a second.”
He swallowed twice, licked his lips and blinked before speaking. “Do you want me to do it?”
“No. I don’t enjoy killing, but I’m used to it. And believe me, this is much kinder than slow death by starvation or disembowelment by a fox or coyote. But, it will probably upset you.”
“I want to learn.”
“Are you sure?”
“Show me how and I’ll do the next one.”
By now, the animal was half-dead, lying on his side with his back legs stretched out behind him. Channie stepped on them to pin him to the ground. Not enough weight to inflict pain, but enough to keep him from kicking her. The rabbit shrieked as only a rabbit can. Josh gasped and took a step back, looking at Channie as if she were some kind of monster. She grabbed the line leading to the snare and gave it a quick jerk.
Josh shuddered. “I didn’t know a rabbit could scream.”
“They only do it when they’re really scared … or hurt. I’m sorry you had to hear that. It stays with you for a while.”
“You don’t have to apologize. Like your Aunt said, I eat meat. Although, I’m seriously considering vegetarianism.”
Channie removed the noose and dropped the rabbit in the sack. “Yeah, right. I’ve seen the way you inhale steak.”
They were both relieved when the rest of the traps were empty. Channie adjusted the last one, adding a few more leaves to hide the tripwire and said, “That’s all of them.”
“That’s too bad.” Josh puffed his chest out and said, “I was really looking forward to demonstrating my awesome survivalist skills.”
“When we get back to the cabin, I’ll let you skin and gut this one to prove your manhood.”
“Uh…” The skin around Josh’s lips turned green.
“I’m kidding, Josh. I wouldn’t ask you to do that.”
“I can do it. I want to do it. But you’ll have to teach me how.”
Josh was trying so hard to prove himself, to fit in. But he didn’t belong here. The other mages would never accept him. Without his shield, he had no defense against magic. And even if Aunt Wisdom built him a new one, he’d still be the butt of every joke, the target of every bully. But it was worse than that…
The Book of the Dead wasn’t the only thing threatening their lives. She hadn’t exactly forgotten about the Veyjivik clan, but she’d been so focused on the book’s curse that she’d let their murderous vows slip to the back of her mind.
As long as they were together, Josh would be in danger. He needed to go home, and he needed to go without her. It would be so much harder this time, knowing how much it would hurt them both. And she couldn’t just write a note and run away, she’d have to convince him to leave. But how? Josh wouldn’t leave just because she told him to go away, especially if she said it was to protect him. She would have to convince him that she was committed to Hunter, that she wanted Josh to leave so she could be a good wife.
How many times could her heart break before it shattered? She knew she should just get it over with, but she couldn’t do it. Not yet. The Veyjivik trackers wouldn’t be back for another month. She could wait until the wedding to tell him. But she’d have to do it before she and Hunter exchanged vows. She knew that Josh was planning to comfort her as soon as Hunter did what he had to do and left. It wouldn’t be fair to let it go that far. But for the next few days, she wanted to spend every second with Josh and she wanted those seconds to be happy. It was the last gift she’d ever be able to give Josh. It wasn’t enough, but it was all she had.
When they got back, Channie gave Josh her willow basket and sent him to the hen house to collect eggs while she skinned and cleaned the rabbit on the butcher block behind the cabin. Aunt Wisdom had already cut up the meat and added it to the stew pot when Josh walked in and set the basket on the kitchen table.
Channie peeked inside and frowned. There were only three white eggs. “Is that all you found?” Unless a fox had raided the hen house, or the Rhode Island Reds had quit laying, there should have been at least a dozen brown eggs.
Josh said, “Why don’t we eat the chickens instead of trapping rabbits?”
“Rabbits don’t lay eggs.”
“They don’t bite and scratch either.” He held his arms out to show Channie the welts and peck marks peppering the back of his hands.
“Wanna bet?” She pulled back her sleeve to show him the faint but jagged scar that ran up the inside of her forearm.
“A rabbit did that?”
“I thought it was dead, but when I loosened the noose, it kicked the living daylights out of me. Got away too.” Just thinking about it made her mad. Channie grabbed her basket and said, “Come on, I’ll show you how to handle the hens.”
Josh bowed his head and said, “I hate chickens,” then followed her outside.
Channie grabbed a handful of corn from the feed bin and scattered it. All but one of the hens abandoned their nests and flocked to the ground.
Josh rolled his eyes and said, “Why didn’t you tell me to feed them first?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just something I’ve done all my life, It never occurred to me that you wouldn’t know.” She lifted the broody hen off her nest, much to the chicken’s dismay, and held her against her body while Josh grabbed her eggs.
When they finished, Josh set the basket on top of the feed bin, pulled Channie into his arms and kissed her. It was almost painful, the way he crushed his mouth against hers, desperate and needy. She shouldn’t let him kiss her, it was cruel to let him think she’d changed her mind, but she was powerless in his arms. Josh filled her senses and crowded out everything else, pushing Hunter, the Veyjiviks and the Book of the Dead to the far recesses of her mind.
When they came up for air, Josh said, “I’ve been wanting to do that all morning.”
“Why didn’t you?” They’d been alone in the forest all morning, the fresh scent of pine tickling their noses. Channie couldn’t think of a less romantic place to make out than the hen house.
“I didn’t want to give you the wrong impression.”
Channie lifted her eyebrows.
“You know? … that all I care about is the physical stuff?”
Channie brushed the curls off his brow with her fingertips and said, “I don’t want to give you the wrong impression, either.”
Josh’s eyes filled with tears, but he smiled and pulled her close before they overflowed. He kissed the top of her head. “I’m
not giving up on us. Not yet. After you’re married, if you still want me to leave, I’ll go.”
How did he know? How could he possibly know what she’d been thinking? It shouldn’t have surprised her. Josh always knew what was in her heart.
~***~
The next two days passed in a blur of misery. Channie and Josh tried to pretend that they were coping, for each other’s sake, but it was clear to both of them that they weren’t.
When Channie woke up on December 2, Josh was gone. She didn’t even bother to get dressed. She ran to the front porch and collapsed against the rail with relief when she saw that his car was still there. Still parked at the bottom of the hill. She was afraid he’d left without saying good bye. The bike rack on the roof was empty. That made sense. If Josh had any chance of finding comfort today, it would be on his bicycle.
But there was no comfort for Channie, and there never would be again. Her stomach clenched around the cold stone of dread in her belly. She wrapped her arms across her chest and rocked forward in pain. This was not how she’d imagined her wedding day.
She grabbed a couple of logs off the pile stacked against the south side of the cabin and stoked the fire in the potbellied stove. She drug a chair away from the kitchen table and huddled in the corner next to the stove. Within minutes, her skin glowed red but she still felt cold inside. Shadows crept across the splintered floorboards as the sun moved across the sky, reaching for the western hills, dragging her heart with it as it fell behind the ridge.
It was nearly dark when Hunter knocked on the door then opened it without waiting for an invitation. “Hey, Channie.”
“Hey.”
“Where is everyone?”
“I don’t know. They were gone when I woke up this morning.” She barely recognized her own voice. Monotone, overly polite, empty.
“Why are you sitting in the dark?” Hunter set a bouquet of Sandwort, Lady’s Slipper and Larkspur on the table then lit the lantern hanging from the support beam.
Channie suppressed the urge to chastise him for magically forcing the wildflowers to bloom out of season, causing irreparable damage to the plants.
He slipped out of his overcoat and hung it on a nail next to the front door. “Um … the moon will rise soon. Shouldn’t you get ready?”
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