summoned her when I did, and that she was in danger and couldn't stay or she'd be killed.'
'She is a virtue,' Theo said as he rubbed his chin. The sweep of his thumb across his square chin distracted me for a moment, but I was firm with myself and looked at the grain of the wood in the door behind him, instead. 'She cannot die unless she is removed from the Court. If she was in danger from someone, that would explain why I had such a difficult time tracking her down…Very well, continue. Who did she say she was in danger from?'
'From whom,' Sarah corrected with a smile. Theo looked at her. 'Sorry. I'm a writer. It's second nature.'
'She didn't say. She just told me she was in danger, and that if she stayed, all would be destroyed. She was very drama queen about the whole thing, frankly, which is why I had no trouble believing she wasn't real. What exactly is a virtue, other than the normal definition of the word?'
Theo's black-eyed gaze swept over me. I wouldn't be a woman if I didn't notice that it lingered for a shade too long on my breasts. 'You really don't know, do you?'
'If I knew, I wouldn't ask. How can someone not be killed just because they're a member of a court?'
He got out of the chair and paced to the end of the room, turning to face us. 'This complicates the situation greatly. If you unintentionally summoned Hope, and she was desperate enough to use the escape you offered…but I'm getting ahead of myself. A virtue, my dear mortal, is a member of the Court of Divine Blood.'
I sighed and leaned back on the headboard, adjusting a pillow so it supported my aching shoulder. 'You're going to say things I don't want to hear, aren't you? You're going to spout all sorts of make-believe stuff in such a way that Sarah will buy it hook, line, and sinker, and I'll spend the entire rest of the trip trying to explain to her why immortal people don't suddenly pop into faery rings.'
'I've heard of the Court of Divine Blood,' Sarah said slowly, her eyes scrunched up as she hunted through her memory. 'It's another name for heaven, isn't it?'
'No,' Theo said, much to my relief. Religion was a bit of a touchy subject with me, one I certainly had no intention of discussing with a strange man who quite possibly had mental issues. 'The concept of heaven is loosely based on the Court, but the Court of Divine Blood is not dogma for any specific religion. It just is.'
'Good gravy, you're not going to tell me that the woman who snuck up behind me and popped out when I wasn't looking is an angel!' I sent Theo a look of utter disbelief.
He looked annoyed in return. 'I just told you that the Court is not heaven. There are similarities, but that is all. The members of the Court are not angels, although their jobs are classified in a hierarchy that Christians took for their own. A virtue is a member of the second household, and controls weather.'
'The cloud!' Sarah said triumphantly. 'I knew it! Proof! Oh my god, that means you…' Her mouth hung open for a second as she looked at me with huge eyes. '…you spoke to an angel! She gave you her job! Good heavens!
I rolled my eyes. 'Theo just said that there are no such things as angels. Use your common sense, Sarah. Some woman pops out of the woods at me, and you're convinced that everything Theo says is gospel…no pun intended. Who's to say the two of them aren't working together? He kidnapped us, after all. This is no doubt some elaborate scheme to get money from us.' I thinned my lips at Theo. 'And it's not going to work. Get out.'
'Portia!'
'Pardon?' Theo asked, frowning.
I stood up slowly, holding my lamp. 'I said your little scheme isn't going to work, and I want you out of here. Right now. I've listened to this crap long enough.'
'Portia!' Sarah gasped again, looking appalled at my bad manners.
I didn't care. I was sore, tired, and sick of being made a fool. I wasn't going to stand for any more bull from this man and his accomplice.
Theo straightened up and looked as intimidating as he could, but I'd had enough. I didn't care what he did, so long as he did it away from me. I stomped over to the door, and jerked it open. 'Leave.
'And just how do you expect to bend me to your will? Scream? I told you, no one below would hear you over the music.'
Anger, frustration, and the suspicion that I had been made to look a fool grew within me, until I thought I would explode with it. I sucked in a deep breath, prepared to rip him up one side and down the other, but before I could, a storm broke directly overhead. Brilliant blue light exploded around the pub, followed immediately by thunder so loud it shook not only the glass in the windows, but could be felt in the walls and floor of the pub. Before the rumble of thunder disappeared, the lights went out, the music of the pub suddenly silenced. The silence was almost smothering in its thickness.
I tipped my head back and screamed for all I was worth. Sarah threw herself sideways and covered her ears as I released every bit of pent-up emotion. It was a scream the likes of which I'd never made before, and one I doubted I'd be able to duplicate.
Sudden voices from below indicated they had heard me.
Theo snarled something in the darkness. I stumbled to the bed, finding and clutching Sarah as she made odd little squeaking noises. Lights flashed in the hallway outside my room, visible through the open door. A shadow a hair darker than the surrounding blackness paused in the doorway for a moment.
'You foolish woman,' the Theo-shaped shadow said. 'Do you not realize you will need a champion for the trials? To try it alone is folly. You will end up destroying yourself…and me as well.'
The pub owner called up the stairs to ask if we were all right, the light from his flashlight flickering and dancing in an erratic pattern on the wall opposite us. I slumped against Sarah, relieved when Theo's shadow merged into that of the hallway, his last words echoing in my mind.
'I will not let you escape me as Hope did.'
'Could you have possibly been any ruder to poor Theo?'
'Shhh. Madame What's-her-face is gesturing for you. No doubt she wants to anoint you or something.'
'It's Mystic, not Madame. Mystic Bettina, as you know well. Oooh! She must have picked me to be one of her assistants! Fabulous! I'll be in a perfect position for unbiased observation.' Sarah jumped out of her seat and hurried over to where the local medium was standing with two women.
'Very unbiased,' I said to myself, then smiled reassuringly at the man on my left as he glanced at me.
He leaned over and whispered, 'Is this your first séance?'
I nodded.
'Mine too,' he said in a confiding tone, and hazarded a shy smile. 'My wife—that's her there with the others—is a member of the local ghost hunter's group, so she's been wanting to come to a séance for a long time. I'm not sure I believe in all this.' He chuckled a little, watching me carefully to see if I was going to mock him for his skepticism.
'I'm a scientist by trade, and a natural-born skeptic,' I assured him. I dropped my voice a little so the other four people in the room couldn't overhear us. 'To be honest, I'm just here to explain to my friend how all the tricks are done. She's one of those people who is ready to give anyone the benefit of the doubt, no matter how unlikely the situation.'
'Ah, a true believer,' my new friend said, nodding. 'There are a lot of those in the ghost hunter's group. I'm Milo, by the way.'
'Portia,' I said, shaking his hand. 'Shall we join forces to bring reason to our loved ones?'
He glanced nervously at his wife, who was approaching the table with the small woman who claimed she was a 'world-renowned medium.' 'Indeed we could, although I hesitate to disappoint my wife. She wants so much to contact her father, you see. He passed on when she was quite young. Still, I've told her that to have so much faith in such things is sheer folly.'
'I've found that faith is vastly overrated,' I said softly, then turned to Sarah as she slid into the seat next to me. 'So are you to hold the ghostly tambourine, or rap on the table at the appropriate time?'
She whapped me on the arm and whispered at me to behave myself.
