Holidays are Hell(123)

"Yeah," Zoe said, drawing out the word as if considering it. "That's what you said the last time."

Then she left the room, and threw open the front door of the Tulpa's house. Chaos erupted behind her as the alarm sounded, the house coming to life too late, and a piercing whistle rang through the night as Light descended on the mansion. Her former allies, felt rather than seen, rushed past her, war cries pealing like bells in the cool air, but Zoe had already fought her battle. She turned her back on it all, and gratefully, thankfully, finally took her granddaughter home.



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Chapter 8





She laid low for an entire week. Her cornucopia's magic had held long enough for her to get away, and since that was all she wanted—and all she believed was possible—the agents of Light and Shadow had fought yet another epic battle. She'd pick up a manual at one of the comic book shops later so she could get the Cliff Notes version of what went down, but she already knew the Tulpa had escaped with his life. Like him, she could sense his existence in her marrow, and knew she always would. She didn't waste time regretting it, though. She was already plotting how to double back and give him the "next time" she'd promised. She might be mortal, but the word that still summed up Zoe Archer best was single-minded.

The McCormicks paid daily visits to the facility the agents of Light had set up just on the outskirts of town until Ashlyn was strong enough to return home with them. They had no problem forging the new identity papers Micah had prepared for them, and immediately put their home on the market as Phaedre instructed. They were still under the assumption that Phaedre, Gregor, and Zoe worked for the government, that Ashlyn was at risk and needed to be placed in a witness protection program, so they told no one where they were going, and left no forwarding address. But Zoe knew it, and she planned on keeping a close eye on them, as she had the night the moving van came and they loaded up all their belongings. She couldn't be there for her daughters any longer, but she could at least watch over Ashlyn.

But what she really needed to do was finally, fully, embrace her humanity. There could be no more dipping into the paranormal world she'd left behind, no lamenting all she'd lost. In order for her to be a whole woman, and a person who could act and move through the world with purpose, she had to accept her limitations, just like anyone else. She had to release once and for all her knowledge of what went on beneath the veil separating this reality from the next.

But this time she would say goodbye.

So the following Thursday found her pacing the walkway of an apartment building just one block from the Guardian Angel Cathedral, hands shoved deep in the pockets of her black slacks, the collar of her winter coat turned up to shield her face from the whip of an angry wind. The weather had turned suddenly, and the streets were empty because of it. Zoe inhaled a deep breath of the biting wind, and as she blew it back out she thought of the Tulpa, naked but for the vines and leaves canvassing his body like living entrails. It was so satisfying, even now, that her laughter stilled her in her tracks.

"You went blonde."

And even though she'd been prepared for him, Zoe jumped. Warren grinned when she turned.

"And you took a shower," she said, noting his smooth cheeks and shorn hair. He was dressed like her, in black, his peacoat flapping open in the wind. He motioned to a stairwell next to the apartment manager's office, and Zoe ducked beneath it.

"I'm trying on a new persona," he said, following her. Her eyes traveled down his long body. "Respectable businessman. What do you think?"

"I like you better as a bum. I could track you down even with this poor mortal nose. Plus it keeps the girls away."

His smile was fleeting. He knew she was saying goodbye. "And do you think you'll need to? Track me again, I mean?"

"I'll want to."

"But you won't."

They didn't look at each other for a time, and Zoe knew he was considering every obstacle facing them and like her, was unable to see any way around them.

"The children?" she finally asked, turning to him.

He nodded. "All freed. Returned to their homes and families. They'll have nightmares, of course, but they'll outgrow them in time, and there'll be no permanent damage. We also stole the masks the Tulpa was using to control them. He won't be able to do it again."

Zoe thought of the young boy she saw wailing in the Tulpa's hallway. "Good."

"His home was burned to the ground," Warren said, and she nodded to let him know she'd heard. He finally sighed. "So that's it, Zoe? You can just walk away and leave it all behind." Leave me behind, he was really saying.