with answers. Nobody wants to die. Not even a demon.”
Mandy was looking forward to that part. “So how soon will you wake it up?”
“We don’t want to wait too long. They’ll finish testing today. After that, we’ll figure out a way to keep its body temperature low enough that it can’t dematerialize on us, but will still remain conscious.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.”
“Too bad we can’t use some kind of truth serum on it.”
Michael turned to her, a gleam of something absolutely wicked in his eyes. “Well, it is human in many ways, isn’t it?”
Isabelle did her best to avoid Dalton completely the next day. She made it a point to get up early, then left Dalton a note that she was going up to the main house to spend the day with Georgie. At least the storm had subsided and the power was back on now.
She had to get away from Dalton, couldn’t bear to be so close to him again. Not after what had happened between them last night, after what continued to happen between them. Getting closer, and him backing away at critical moments. She couldn’t continue to put herself through it.
Never again. She didn’t need any more reminders of what she was. She already knew.
Georgie tried to sit and talk with her, but Isabelle hadn’t gone there for probing into her psyche or emotions. She had gone to the main house to escape Dalton, and that included talking about him. Fortunately, Georgie didn’t push her, just put her to work in the basement stocking shelves of books. That at least kept her mind occupied, thoughts of Dalton pushed aside, if only for a while. She knew eventually she’d have to go back to the cabin and face him, but for now, she was busy and he wasn’t around.
“Is all this stuff for real?” she asked Georgie, filling shelves with books on the history of voodoo, then moving on to candles, cards, necklaces, charms, and incense.
“If you believe, it is. Magic can be very powerful.”
“What if you don’t believe?”
Georgie stood, smoothed out her generous cotton skirt, and faced Isabelle. “I would think, considering your background, you wouldn’t find much of anything unbelievable, Isabelle.”
She lifted a few zombie dolls from the box and cocked her head to the side.
Georgie offered an indulgent smile. “Everything has its purpose.”
“Zombies? Are there really zombies?”
“Are there really demons?”
“Touche, Georgie.” Isabelle placed the dolls on the shelf, realizing she wasn’t going to best Georgie in this game of Ripley’s Believe It Or Not.
“How come you’re so even-keeled?” Isabelle finally asked, leaning back on her heels after the box was empty.
“I’ve seen a lot, experienced much. In my family, you learn to get over your shock at an early age.”
“So as children you’re exposed to …”
“Voodoo? Of course. You can’t fight darkness without knowing it’s out there.”
“Forewarned is forearmed?”
Again that secretive smile. “Something like that.” Georgie pulled up a cushioned footstool next to Isabelle. “Some in my family are born with unique abilities, Isabelle. The ability to touch the other side, to bring forth magic that allows us to see other worlds.
“What we see, what we feel, is never a surprise to us. Even at an early age. We just accept it as reality and learn to appreciate its strengths and manage its weaknesses.”
“So you’re saying that’s what I should learn to do.”
“Those who are born with any sort of gift must learn to adapt. Some do, some don’t.”
Isabelle didn’t quite see how being part demon was a gift. “Those who don’t adapt fall into darkness?”
Georgie shrugged. “If you can’t control your dark side, it will swallow you up until there’s nothing left of the light.”
Isabelle understood that all too well; she often felt like she was falling into a hole and being swallowed up. Like her dream. “How do I control it? How do you all control it? If you have these … gifts, and darkness goes with the light, how do you strike a balance and manage to stay on the good side?”
“It’s not something that can be taught, Isabelle,” Georgie said, leaning forward. “You simply have to want the light more than the darkness. And then it’s up to you to work at it to make sure the darkness doesn’t take over.”
Isabelle breathed in, let it out slowly. “That doesn’t make sense. No one wants to be evil.”
Georgie smiled, shook her head. “Don’t they? Evil can be so very tempting. Sometimes goodness requires sacrifice. It’s not always pleasant. Evil is easier. There’s always fun stuff on that side.”
Isabelle frowned. “They do that on purpose.”
Georgie laughed, the sound like a trickling waterfall, a delight to the senses. “Yes, they do. There has to be a lure. Otherwise, why would people go down that road?”
Isabelle sat on the floor and rubbed her fingers across her forehead, suddenly so tired she wasn’t sure she could go on. “I don’t know, Georgie. Sometimes it seems like no matter what road I choose, it’s the wrong one.”
Georgie leaned forward and stroked her hair, not saying a word. The gesture was comforting, as if her touch alone had settled peace over Isabelle. Isabelle tilted her head back and smiled. “Your touch has some magic in it.”
Georgie’s eyes seemed to twinkle. “Does it?”
“You tell me.”
“Sometimes, magic is whatever you wish to believe it is. Your own future can be that way, too, Isabelle. Don’t ever give up on yourself. As soon as you do, they’ll know. And they’ll win.”
“I have been fighting this. I know I have.”
“You don’t have to do it alone, you know.” Georgie smiled. “Give Dalton the benefit of the doubt. He is a man, you know. He’ll make mistakes.”
Isabelle almost snorted at that. “Dalton knows exactly what he wants. And what he doesn’t want.”
“Does he?”
Now Isabelle was confused. “I don’t understand.”
“Neither does he. And Isabelle, he needs your help as much as you need his.”
“But-”
Georgie held up her hand. “Some things need to be experienced, not explained. Maybe you’re talking to the wrong person?”
Isabelle’s head was spinning as she made her way back to the cabin at dusk. Now she understood how poor Luke Skywalker felt in
She didn’t like games, would much prefer that Georgie just slap her upside the head with the truth. Preferably in simple terms that she could understand.
“Some things need to be experienced, not explained,” she mumbled as she made her way up the walk toward the cabin. “What the hell does that mean?”
She thought spending the day with Georgie would provide some clarity. Instead, her head and her emotions were more muddled than ever. She needed a bath and a stiff drink. Maybe several drinks.
Dalton wasn’t inside when she walked in, which gave her some measure of relief. She wasn’t in the mood for confrontation or conversation. She’d done plenty of talking today and had no answers. She searched the liquor cabinet, fixed a vodka and cranberry juice, loaded it down with ice, and took it into the bathroom with her. Then she filled the tub with water and scented bubbles while she stripped. Once the tub was filled with steamy water, she climbed in and sank under the bubbles, lifted the glass to her lips, and took a couple huge gulps.
A stiff drink and a bath-the first things today that had actually helped. Within five minutes she was relaxed, eyes closed, her head leaning against the back of the tub. She emptied her mind of everything bugging her and just
