Chapter Four
The smell of breakfast made Avalon's stomach rumble, but every time she tried to get out of bed. Vaughn gave her the stink eye. So she stayed where she was, watching as he cracked the eggs and added them to a pan of sautéed peppers, onion and celery.
It was Monday morning and Avalon was glad classes were resuming. Since the unfortunate incident Friday night, Vaughn hadn't let her leave her dorm. He claimed she needed rest, but she felt fine.
She took the time to read ahead on some of the theory for her classes and practiced some basic magic, but soon grew bored and restless being inside all day.
"The doctor said it was just a stomach bug," Avalon ventured as Vaughn dumped the scrambled eggs into a burrito wrap. "There's no need to coddle me anymore."
He added some spinach, then tightly wrapped the burrito. "The doctor didn't know what he was looking at. That was no stomach bug."
Avalon groaned. "I am going to class today."
Vaughn put the egg wrap on a plate and handed it to her. He sat on the edge of her bed, frowning.
His frowns were almost as sexy as his smug smile.
If she wasn't so pissed off at him for not letting her outside and glowering at Elsa every time she visited, Avalon would have thought about heading downtown to find some silk pajamas, since he had taken to sleeping on the floor at the foot of her bed every night. Her old, comfortable cotton nightdress did her no favors.
I'm mad at him, she reminded herself sternly. You don't dress sexy for someone you're mad at.
"I suppose you do need to go to class," he said reluctantly. "And you ought to know what actually happened on Friday."
"I had a bit of a stomach bug."
"No, you were poisoned."
Avalon had been about to take a bite of food. She stared at the dragon, jaw hanging loose. "Poisoned?"
"I collected a sample of your vomit—"
"You–what?"
Avalon's face went beet red. That was the only reason she had allowed Vaughn to keep her cooped up. The whole vomiting-all-over-everyone thing that had happened was embarrassing enough that she might have stayed in her dorm all weekend, even if Vaughn hadn't insisted she did.
Vaughn chuckled at her expression but grew serious again. "I had it tested for several poisons and the results came back positive for ironide. It's a witch-specific poison. Only magic users react to it, but even when consumed in small amounts it can be fatal."
"Somebody tried to kill me?"
"I suspected as much when you collapsed. My first thought was ironide. It was a favorite choice to use among the magic monarchies of the past. That's why I made you vomit. Immediate expulsion is necessary."
Avalon pushed her plate away, her heart beating faster. She took a deep breath. "Why are you just telling me this now?"
"I didn't want you to worry."
She rubbed her arms, feeling chilled. Maybe she didn't want to go to class today… "But who here would want to kill me?"
"Your mother has enemies."
"Only the kind that will say nasty things about you behind your back. Nobody wants to kill us."
Vaughn gave her a look that clearly indicated he thought she was being naive. "Any person with power and money has enemies that would like to kill them. That's why Uncle Stane is necessary for her and I'm necessary for you."
"Nobody has ever tried to kill me before!"
"That you know of." Vaughn sighed. "There have been increased rumors lately that the Ladies of the Lake are returning."
The Ladies of the Lake were originally the serving-maids to Morgan le Fay. But while Morgan tried to dissuade Arthur's passion for Guinevere, knowing the fair maiden would be the downfall of Camelot and everything they strode to build, the Ladies craved war, to increase their own power. They thus created Excalibur, to prod Arthur into arrogance and a taste for violence. They succeeded, and Morgan waged war against them after Arthur's defeat.
"But they aren't really real," Avalon ventured slowly. "Morgan destroyed them."
"Unless you believe certain texts, that Excalibur was locked inside a tree-world with Merlin by Nimhue in an effort to protect her creed. And that she entrusted the secret with one woman before she died—"
"And the Ladies of the Lake continued in secret," Avalon whispered.
She had, of course, read those texts, but they seemed, like such works as Le Morte d'Arthur and A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, to be essentially well-written glorified fanfiction. Even her mother scoffed at the continued existence of the Ladies of the Lake.
"It's said they want the keys to Albian's gate, so they might force Arthur's return and put Excalibur into his hands, uniting the world in blood. They also have dragon guards: Wyverns, the White Dragons."
Avalon shuddered. "Since when do you know all this? When I first came you didn't know anything about Albian and Morgan le Fay."
An impish smile crossed his face. "Oh, I knew. I was just trying to figure out how much you knew, and what your prejudices were."
Avalon sent him a dirty look, but all he did was chuckle and nudge her breakfast back towards her. His fingers brushed her knee, then rested there.
The witch wondered just how aware of her beating heart and tingling skin he was.
"You don't have to worry. I'm with you and I won't let anybody hurt you. From now on I'll be making all your food and I don't want you to drink from anything except for sealed bottles that you've rinsed off."
Avalon nodded.
"I doubt that the assassin will try anything more overt than poison and we can defend against that easily enough."
He said 'assassin' so casually. How could he be so calm about this?
Still, Avalon forced herself to eat. When she was finished, she slipped into the bathroom to do her magical grooming routine and dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt. She opted away from her regular wedges, instead putting on a sensible pair of running shoes.
"Do you have any ideas who it is?" she asked as she and Vaughn walked to the Offense building. There was a heavy rain pouring down, but Avalon had magicked a cloud umbrella and they stayed dry.
"Several." Vaughn barked out a laugh. "Elsa gave you your drink, Mike was eyeing you something fierce—"
"Because he wanted to kill me or f—" she cut off at Vaughn's glare.
"There were a couple of girls who were loitering near the punchbowl when Elsa was getting your drink. Either of them could have slipped something into your glass. And I don't like the look of that George."
"Why? He seemed nice to me."
Vaughn frowned. They were at the building by this time, though, and had to stop talking in case anybody overheard. He moved closer to her.
Well, at least there is one benefit to all this, Avalon thought, repressing a shiver as they entered Madame Fire's classroom. I've found my strong emotion to work from.
***
For the next few weeks, Avalon jumped at any unexpected sound or movement, but nothing threatening happened. Vaughn never left her side, even standing directly outside the washroom if she needed to use it outside the dorm.
The fact that he was sleeping in her room instead of his, which was right next door to hers, did not escape Elsa's notice. Elsa waggled her eyebrows suggestively every time they met in the corridors.
Maybe Vaughn was wrong about all this. Maybe it had just been a stomach bug and the ironide test had given a false positive.
In any case, Avalon soon found herself more worried about her lack of progress in magic than her supposed assassin.
While her water skills were skyrocketing, despite being enrolled in only one class, her offensive magic was 'too timid' according to Madame Fire. And her defensive magic, while not terrible, wasn't improving much either, especially when she tried to defend and attack at the same time.
She needed to learn how to multitask, to feel strong emotion while also being in complete control. It would help if Avalon knew what that meant.
Just before midterms, she lay on the floor in her dorm, watching a solar system of rocks move in lazy circles over her.
Levitation was a defensive magic and she was supposed to levitate these rocks and crack them, an offensive technique. But every time she tried to explode a rock in the air, she lost her concentration and everything came raining down. She'd already had to heal a few bruises.
I'm never going to be able to do this. Why didn't Mom and Dad send me here years ago? Maybe then I'd stand a chance at learning all of this in time!
The bathroom door opened and Vaughn's voice reached through her gloomy thoughts. "It doesn't look like you have any asteroid belts up there."
"I'm taking a break," she muttered.
"Break a rock."
Avalon's mouth twisted at the order, but she moved the rocks over her bed and concentrated on the large purple one. Just as she began to crack it and they all started dropping, Vaughn stepped into her line of vision.
He had just showered and his skin still damp from the water, red curls tousled. He only wore a towel around his waist, showing off his rock-hard abs. Instant heat flooded Avalon and she whipped her head back to the rocks, determined not to let her emotions show.
The rocks exploded. Each went off like a crack of a gunshot, spreading fine dust and projectiles everywhere. Everything shot straight up as Avalon gasped. She mentally reached out, blocking them from going through her ceiling. They froze, a cloud of bits of rock and dust.
"Wow," Vaughn said.
She snuck a glance at him. His awed expression made her heart leap. And everything collapsed to the floor. Avalon squealed and brushed bits of rock from her hair.
Vaughn laughed. He stepped closer, that smug-but-still-sexy grin back on his face. "Should I start taking my shirt off in your classes? You think that will help?"
Avalon glared at him, stomping into the kitchen to grab the broom. She determinedly did not notice how much her hands were shaking, or that warmth that was spreading up into her face–and down into other regions as well.