“And what the hell does that tell us?” Gage demanded.

“That part of the process is just living. That’s giving Twisse the finger, every day. Does it know? In whatever hellhole Dent took it to, does it know? I think it does, and I think it burns its ass that we get up every morning and do what we do.”

“I like it.” Quinn tapped a finger on her lips. “Maybe it even sucks on its power. It thrives on violent emotions, violent acts. When it’s able, it feeds on them, creates them and feeds. Wouldn’t the opposite be true? That ordinary emotions and acts, or loving ones starve it?”

“Sweetheart dance.” Layla straightened in her chair. “Ordinary, fun, happy. It came there to ruin that.”

“And before, in the dining room of the hotel. Sure it wanted to scare us off,” Quinn said to Layla. “But its choice of time and place may be a factor. There was a couple celebrating, flirting over candlelight and wine.”

“What do you do when a bee stings you?” Cybil asked.

“You swat at it. Maybe we’re giving him a few stings. We’ll take a closer look at the known incidents, known sightings. And this idea rolls into another for me. Writing something down gives it power, especially names. It’s possible she wanted to wait, or needed to wait until some time had passed. Until she felt more secure.”

“We wrote down the words,” Cal murmured. “We wrote down the words we said that night at the stone, for the blood brothers ritual.”

“Adding to their power,” Quinn agreed. “Writing, it’s another answer. We’re writing everything down. While that may be giving him more power-bringing him earlier- it’s giving him more stings.”

“When we know what we have to do, when we think we know what it’s going to take,” Fox continued, “we have to write it down. Like Ann did, like we did that night.”

“Signed in blood at the dark of the moon.”

Amused, Cybil glanced over at Gage. “I wouldn’t discount that.”

Gage rose to go to the kitchen. He wanted more coffee. He wanted, more than the coffee, a few minutes without the chatter. At this point, and as far as he could see for the next several points, it was all talk, no action. He was a patient man, had to be, but he was starting to itch for action.

When Cybil came in he ignored her. It took some doing. She wasn’t a woman fashioned to be ignored, but he’d been working on it.

“Being irritable and negative doesn’t add much.”

He leaned back against the counter with his coffee. “That’s why I left.”

After a moment’s consideration, she opted for wine over tea. “You’re a little bored, too. But your way hasn’t finished the job. New days, new ways.” She mirrored his pose, leaning against the other counter with her wine. “It’s harder for people like you and me.”

“You and me?”

“We’re plagued with glimpses of what might come, and sometimes does. How do we know what to do, or if we should do anything, to stop it, or change it? If we do, will it be worse?”

“Everything’s a risk. That doesn’t worry me.”

“Annoys you though.” She sipped. “You’re annoyed right now because of the way things are shaping up.”

“How are things shaping up?”

“Our little group’s paired off. Q and Cal, Layla and Fox.

That leaves you and me, big guy. So you’re annoyed, and I can’t blame you. Just FYI, I’m no happier than you are with the idea that some hand of fate might be moving you and me together like chess pieces.”

“Chess is Fox’s game.”

She drew in a breath. “Dealing us into the same hand then.”

His brows rose in acknowledgment. “That’s why there’s a discard pile. No offense.”

“None taken.”

“You’re just not my type.”

When she smiled, just that way, a man heard siren songs. “Believe me, if I aimed at you, you wouldn’t have any other type. But that’s neither here nor there. I came in to propose a kind of alliance, a bargain, a deal. However it suits you.”

“What’s the deal?”

“That you and I will work together, we’ll fight together if it comes to it. We’ll join our particular talents when and if necessary. And I won’t seduce you or pretend to let you seduce me.”

“You wouldn’t be pretending.”

“There, we’ve each gotten a shot in. Score’s even. You’re here because you love your friends, however else you feel about this place, about some of the people in it, you love your friends and are absolutely loyal to them. I respect that, Gage, and I understand it. I love my friends, and I’m loyal to them. That’s why I’m here.”

Glancing toward the doorway, she took a slow sip of wine. “This town isn’t mine, but those people in the other room are. I’ll do whatever I need to do for them. So will you.

“So, do we have a deal?”

He pushed away from the counter, crossed to her. He stood close, his eyes on hers. She smelled, he thought, of mysteries that were exclusively female. “Tell me something. Do you believe we’re going to come out on the other side of this, throwing the confetti and popping the champagne?”

“They do. That’s almost enough for me. The rest is possibility.”

“I like probabilities better. But…” He held out a hand, taking hers when she offered it. “Deal.”

“Good. Then-” She started to step away, but he held her hand firm in his.

“What if I’d said no?”

“Then, I suppose I’d have been forced to seduce you and make you my love puppy to keep you in line.”

His grin spread, full of appreciation. “Love puppy my ass.”

“You’d be surprised. Or would if we didn’t have a deal.” She put down her wine to pat his hand before pulling hers free. Picking up her wine again, she started to walk out, then stopped, turned back. The amusement was gone. “He’s in love with her.”

Fox, Gage realized. Cal was already a given. “Yeah, I know.”

“I don’t know if he does, certainly Layla doesn’t. Yet. It makes them stronger, and it makes it all more difficult for them.”

“Fox especially. That’s his story,” Gage said, with finality, when her eyes asked how.

“All right. They’re going to need more of us soon, more from us. You’re not going to have the luxury of being bored much longer.”

“Did you see something?”

“I dreamed they were all dead, piled like offerings on the Pagan Stone. And my hands were red with their blood. Fire crawled up the stone, over the stone, and consumed them while I watched. While I did nothing. When it came out of the dark, it smiled at me. It called me daughter, and it embraced me. Then you leaped out of the shadows and killed us both.”

“That’s a nightmare, not a vision.”

“I hope to God you’re right. Either way, it tells me you and I have to start to work together soon. I won’t have their blood on my hands.” Her fingers tightened on the stem of her glass. “Whatever has to be done, I won’t have that.”

When she left, he stayed, and he wondered how much she would be willing to do to save the people they both loved.

NO TRACE OF SNOW REMAINED WHEN FOX LEFT his office in the morning. The sun beamed out of a rich blue sky that seemed to laugh at the mere idea of winter. On the trees the leaves of summer were in tight buds of anticipation. Pansies rioted in the tub in front of the flower shop.

He peeled off his coat-really had to start listening to the weather-and strolled as others did along the wide bricked sidewalks. He smelled spring, the freshness of it, felt it in the balm of the air on his face. It was too nice a day to huddle inside an office. It was a day for the park, or porch sitting.

He should take Layla to the park, hold her hand and stroll over the bridge, talk her into letting him push her on one of the swings. Push her high, hear her laugh.

He should buy her flowers. Something simple and springlike. The idea had him backtracking, checking traffic, then dashing across the street. Daffodils, he thought as he pulled open the door of the shop.

“Hi, Fox.” Amy sent him a cheery wave as she came in from the back. She’d run the Flower Pot for years, and to Fox’s mind never tired of flowers. “Terrific day, huh?”