Wildfire (Hidden Legacy #3)(10)

"We aren't leaving you!" Catalina's voice spiked. "We are not abandoning you and Grandma!"

My mother put steel into her voice. "You heard me."

"Where?" Grandma Frida asked, her voice so high, it sounded broken.

Mom turned to her.

"Where can you send them so that bitch doesn't find them, Penelope? She knows what they look like. She knows their names. She knows their social security numbers. She can pull the truth out of anyone she meets. Where on the planet can you find a place where her money and power won't reach?"

"Mom," my mother said quietly, looking stunned.

"I told you twenty-six years ago that if you married him, you would pay the price. I told you to let him go. You didn't listen. You raised them to fight. They're not going to cut and run now."

"They will do what I say," Mom ground out. "I'm their mother."

Grandma Frida squinted at her. "Aha. And how did that work out for me?"

Mom opened her mouth and clicked it shut.

"What's involved in becoming a House?" Catalina asked.

"At least two of us will have to undergo the trials and register as Primes," I said. "Most likely it will be you and me."

My sister frowned. "What if I don't qualify?"



       
         
       
        

"I'll do it!" Arabella announced.

"No," everyone said at the same time.

"Why not?"

"You know why not," my mother said. "Don't make me pull that documentary out again."

My sister took a deep breath. Uh-oh.

"I'm not going to spend my life hiding. Nobody will ever see what I can do!" She pounded her small fist on the table. "I'm going to qualify."

My mother's face told me that I had to fix this fast or she would snap and try to send everyone into exile again.

"You can control your magic," I said.

"Yes!" Arabella said.

"We know this but nobody else does. People are afraid, because the last person with your magic went crazy. The only way they'll accept you is if all of us demonstrate that you have complete control over yourself, and we, as a family, have complete control of you. This takes time. If you give us these three years, by the end of it we'll be established as a House. And then, at eighteen, you can qualify."

"Nevada!" Mom snarled.

"But this also means that for the next three years all of us will be in the limelight," I continued. "And you have to stop acting like an impulsive brat."

"Yes," Catalina piled on. "No more angry outbursts, no more screaming, no more punching people, or starting stupid shit on Twitter."

Arabella crossed her arms on her chest. "Fine. But you promise me! You promise me right now that if I behave, I'll qualify in three years."

"I promise."

My mother punched the table.

"So that's where she gets it from," Bern observed.

"What's the alternative?" Grandma Frida asked Mom.

"Not getting locked away for life, where they would keep her constantly sedated," Mom growled.

"There are some other formalities," I said. "Everyone who is qualifying will have to give a DNA sample, so they can make sure we are all related. We'll have to submit some paperwork, they will set the date for the trials, then we are tested, and if we qualify, we become a House."

"That's it?" Leon asked.

"Yes." I put my hand on the stack of paperwork. "If we decide to do this, that's it. There is no backing out."

"What if we don't qualify?" Catalina asked. "We'll look like idiots who wanted to be Primes and fell short. Nobody would do business with us again."

"We'll qualify. I'm a Prime and so are you."

"They might not even know what my magic is," she insisted. "What if I permanently affect people? What if-" 

"Oh shut up," Arabella told her. "You made an army of hired killers sit on the floor and listen to your story like they were in kindergarten. And they're all fine now."

"I want to register as well," Bern said. "Maybe not as a Prime, but the last time they tested me, I was ten. I'm stronger now."

Leon dramatically collapsed on the back of his chair. "Rub it in, all of you. You and your magic. I'll just sit here with my dud self."

I opened my mouth and shut it. Now wasn't the time to spring it on him.

"Nevada, there has to be another way," Mom said.

"I don't know what that is," I told her. "And neither does Rogan. If I knew of another way, I would take it, Mom. I promise you, I would. This is the only way we can keep all of us safe."