A Discovery Of Witches Part 54

"Matthew." When their hands met, Sarah flinched. "Yep," she said, turning her head slightly, "he's definitely a vampire, Em."

"Thanks for the help, Sarah," Em grumbled, walking in with an armful of small logs and an impatient expression. She was taller than me or Sarah, and her shining silver cap of hair somehow made her look younger than the color would suggest. Her narrow face broke into a delighted smile when she saw us standing in the kitchen.

Matthew jumped to take the wood away from her. Tabitha, who had been absent during the first flurry of greeting, hampered his progress to the fireplace by tracing figure eights between his feet. Miraculously, the vampire made it to the other side of the room without stepping on her.

"Thank you, Matthew. And thank you for bringing her home as well. We've been so worried." Em shook out her arms, bits of bark flying from the wool of her sweater.

"You're welcome, Emily," he said, his voice irresistibly warm and rich. Em already looked charmed. Sarah was going to be tougher, although she was studying Tabitha's efforts to scale Matthew's arm with amazement.

I tried to retreat into the shadows before Em got a clear look at my face, but I was too late. She gasped, horrified. "Oh, Diana."

Sarah pulled out a stool. "Sit," she ordered.

Matthew crossed his arms tightly, as if resisting the temptation to interfere. His wolfish need to protect me had not diminished just because we were in Madison, and his strong dislike of creatures getting too near me was not reserved for other vampires.

My aunt's eyes traveled from my face down over my collarbones. "Let's get the shirt off," she said.

I reached for the b.u.t.tons dutifully.

"Maybe you should examine Diana upstairs." Em shot a worried look at Matthew.

"I don't imagine he'll get an eyeful of anything he hasn't already seen. You aren't hungry, are you?" Sarah said without a backward glance.

"No," Matthew said drily, "I ate on the plane."

My aunt's eyes tingled across my neck. So did Em's.

"Sarah! Em!" I was indignant.

"Just checking," Sarah said mildly. The shirt was off now, and she took in the gauze wrapping on my forearm, my mummified torso, and the other cuts and bruises.

"Matthew's already examined me. He's a doctor, remember?"

Her fingers probed my collarbone. I winced. "He missed this, though. It's a hairline fracture." She moved up to the cheekbone. I winced again. "What's wrong with her ankle?" As usual, I hadn't been able to conceal anything from Sarah.

"A bad sprain accompanied by superficial first- and second-degree burns." Matthew was staring at Sarah's hands, ready to haul her off if she caused me too much discomfort.

"How do you get burns and a sprain in the same place?" Sarah was treating Matthew like a first-year medical student on grand rounds.

"You get them from being hung upside down by a s.a.d.i.s.tic witch," I answered for him, squirming slightly as Sarah continued to examine my face.

"What's under that?" Sarah demanded, as if I hadn't spoken, pointing to my arm.

"An incision deep enough to require suturing," Matthew replied patiently.

"What have you got her on?"

"Painkillers, a diuretic to minimize swelling, and a broad-spectrum antibiotic." There was the barest trace of annoyance in his voice.

"Why is she wrapped up like a mummy?" Em asked, chewing on her lip.

The blood drained from my face. Sarah stopped what she was doing and gave me a probing look before she spoke.

"Let's wait on that, Em. First things first. Who did this to you, Diana?"

"A witch named Satu Jarvinen. I think she's Swedish." My arms crossed protectively over my chest.

Matthew's mouth tightened, and he left my side long enough to pile more logs on the fire.

"She's not Swedish, she's Finnish," Sarah said, "and quite powerful. The next time I see her, though, she'll wish she'd never been born."

"There won't be much left of her after I'm done," Matthew murmured, "so if you want a shot at her, you'll have to reach her before I do. And I'm known for my speed."

Sarah gave him an appraising look. Her words were only a threat. Matthew's were something else entirely. They were a promise. "Who treated Diana besides you?"

"My mother and her housekeeper, Marthe."

"They know old herbal remedies. But I can do a bit more." Sarah rolled up her sleeves.

"It's a little early in the day for witchcraft. Have you had enough coffee?" I looked at Em imploringly, silently begging her to call Sarah off.

"Let Sarah fix it, honey," Em said, taking my hand and giving it a squeeze. "The sooner she does, the sooner you'll be fully healed."

Sarah's lips were already moving. Matthew edged closer, fascinated. She laid her fingertips on my face. The bone underneath tingled with electricity before the crack fused with a snap.

"Ow!" I held my cheek.

"It will only sting for a bit," Sarah said. "You were strong enough to withstand the injury-you should have no problem with the cure." She studied my cheek for a moment and nodded with satisfaction before turning to my collarbone. The electrical twinge required to mend it was more powerful, no doubt because the bones were thicker.

"Get her shoe off," she instructed Matthew, headed for the stillroom. He was the most overqualified medical a.s.sistant ever known, but he obeyed her orders without a grumble.

When Sarah returned with a pot of one of her ointments, Matthew had my foot propped up on his thigh. "There are scissors in my bag upstairs," he told my aunt, sniffing curiously as she unscrewed the pot's lid. "Shall I go get them?"

"Don't need them." Sarah muttered a few words and gestured at my ankle. The gauze began to unwind itself.

"That's handy," Matthew said enviously.

"Show-off," I said under my breath.

All eyes returned to my ankle when the gauze was finished rolling itself into a ball. It still looked nasty and was starting to ooze. Sarah calmly recited fresh spells, though the red spots on her cheeks hinted at her underlying fury. When she had finished, the black and white marks were gone, and though there was still an angry ring around my ankle, the joint itself was noticeably smaller in size.

"Thanks, Sarah." I flexed my foot while she smeared fresh ointment over the skin.

"You won't be doing any yoga for a week or so-and no running for three, Diana. It needs rest and time to fully recover." She muttered some more and beckoned to a fresh roll of gauze, which started to wind around my foot and ankle.

"Amazing," Matthew said again, shaking his head.

"Do you mind if I look at the arm?"

"Not at all." He sounded almost eager. "The muscle was slightly damaged. Can you mend that, as well as the skin?"

"Probably," Sarah said with just a hint of smugness. Fifteen minutes and a few m.u.f.fled curses later, there was nothing but a thin red line running down my arm to indicate where Satu had sliced it open.

"Nice work," Matthew said, turning my arm to admire Sarah's skill.

"You, too. That was fine st.i.tching." Sarah drank thirstily from a gla.s.s of water.

I reached for Matthew's shirt.

"You should see to her back as well."

"It can wait." I shot him an evil look. "Sarah's tired, and so am I."

Sarah's eyes moved from me to the vampire. "Matthew?" she asked, relegating me to the bottom of the pecking order.

"I want you to treat her back," he said without taking his eyes off me.

"No," I whispered, clutching his shirt to my chest.

He crouched in front of me, hands on my knees. "You've seen what Sarah can do. Your recovery will be faster if you let her help you."

Recovery? No witchcraft could help me recover from La Pierre.

"Please, mon coeur. mon coeur." Matthew gently extricated his balled-up shirt from my hands.

Reluctantly I agreed. There was a tingle of witches' glances when Em and Sarah moved around to study my back, and my instincts urged me to run. I reached blindly for Matthew instead, and he clasped both my hands in his.

"I'm here," he a.s.sured me while Sarah muttered her first spell. The gauze wrappings parted along my spine, her words slicing through them with ease.

Em's sharp intake of breath and Sarah's silence told me when the marks were visible.

"This is an opening spell," Sarah said angrily, staring at my back. "You don't use this on living beings. She could have killed you."

"She was trying to get my magic out-like I was a pinata." With my back exposed, my emotions were swinging wildly again, and I nearly giggled at the thought of hanging from a tree while a blindfolded Satu swatted me with a stick. Matthew noticed my mounting hysteria.

"The quicker you can do this, the better, Sarah. Not to rush you, of course," he said hastily. I could easily imagine the look he'd received. "We can talk about Satu later."

Every bit of witchcraft Sarah used reminded me of Satu, and having two witches stand behind me made it impossible to keep my thoughts from returning to La Pierre. I burrowed more deeply inside myself for protection and let my mind go numb. Sarah worked more magic. But I could take no more and set my soul adrift.

"Are you almost done?" Matthew said, his voice taut with concern.

"There are two marks I can't do much with. They'll leave scars. Here," Sarah said, tracing the lines of a star between my shoulder blades, "and here." Her fingers moved down to my lower back, moving from rib to rib and scooping down to my waist in between.

My mind was no longer blank but seared with a picture to match Sarah's gestures.

A star hanging above a crescent moon.

"They suspect, Matthew!" I cried, frozen to the stool with terror. Matthew's drawerful of seals swam through my memories. They had been hidden so completely, I knew instinctively that the order of knights must be just as deeply concealed. But Satu knew about them, which meant the other witches of the Congregation probably did, too.

"My darling, what is it?" Matthew pulled me into his arms.

I pushed against his chest, trying to make him listen. "When I refused to give you up, Satu marked me-with your seal."

He turned me inside his arms, protecting as much of my exposed flesh as he could. When he'd seen what was inscribed there, Matthew went still. "They no longer suspect. At last, they know."

"What are you talking about?" demanded Sarah.

"May I have Diana's shirt, please?"

"I don't think the scars will be too bad," my aunt said somewhat defensively.

"The shirt." Matthew's voice was icy.

Em tossed it to him. Matthew pulled the sleeves gently over my arms, drawing the edges together in front. He was hiding his eyes, but the vein in his forehead was pulsing.

"I'm so sorry," I murmured.

"You have nothing nothing to be sorry for." He took my face in his hands. "Any vampire would know you were mine-with or without this brand on your back. Satu wanted to make sure that every other creature knew who you belonged to, as well. When I was reborn, they used to shear the hair from the heads of women who gave their bodies to the enemy. It was a crude way of exposing traitors. This is no different." He looked away. "Did Ysabeau tell you?" to be sorry for." He took my face in his hands. "Any vampire would know you were mine-with or without this brand on your back. Satu wanted to make sure that every other creature knew who you belonged to, as well. When I was reborn, they used to shear the hair from the heads of women who gave their bodies to the enemy. It was a crude way of exposing traitors. This is no different." He looked away. "Did Ysabeau tell you?"

"No. I was looking for paper and found the drawer."

"What the h.e.l.l is going on?" Sarah snapped.

"I invaded your privacy. I shouldn't have," I whispered, clutching at his arms.

He drew away and stared at me incredulously, then crushed me to his chest without any concern for my injuries. Mercifully, Sarah's witchcraft meant that there was very little pain. "Christ, Diana. Satu told you what I did. I followed you home and broke in to your rooms. Besides, how can I blame you for finding out on your own what I should have told you myself?"

A thunderclap echoed through the kitchen, setting the pots and pans clanging.

When the sound had faded into silence, Sarah spoke. "If someone doesn't tell us what is going on immediately, immediately, all h.e.l.l is going to break loose." A spell rose to her lips. all h.e.l.l is going to break loose." A spell rose to her lips.

My fingertips tingled, and winds circled my feet. "Back off, Sarah." The wind roared through my veins, and I stepped between Sarah and Matthew. My aunt kept muttering, and my eyes narrowed.

Em put her hand on Sarah's arm in alarm. "Don't push her. She's not in control."

I could see a bow in my left hand, an arrow in my right. They felt heavy, yet strangely familiar. A few steps away, Sarah was in my sights. Without hesitation, my arms rose and drew apart in preparation to shoot.

My aunt stopped muttering in midspell. "Holy s.h.i.t," she breathed, looking at Em in amazement.

"Honey, put the fire down." Em made a gesture of surrender.

Confused, I reexamined my hands. There was no fire in them.

"Not inside. If you want to unleash witchfire, we'll go outside," said Em.

"Calm down, Diana." Matthew pinned my elbows to my sides, and the heaviness a.s.sociated with the bow and arrow dissolved.

"I don't like it when she threatens you." My voice sounded echoing and strange.