The Line

The door was locked, but before I could ring the bell, I heard the lock click and the door eased open. No one was visible on the other side. I poked my head in and scanned the hall, but it seemed to be empty too. I figured that the door must have been charmed to open for me. The house was quiet for the first time since Ginny’s death. The cousins had evidently fled to higher ground.



“Maisie’s gone,” Wren said from behind me. I gasped and swung around.



“Wren, you’re going to be the death of me one of these days!” I said.



“She asked me to tell you she’s sorry.”



“Where did she go?” I asked. My exhaustion and a sudden concern for Maisie made my voice project more loudly than I’d intended.



“She’s gone to apprentice with another anchor,” Iris responded, appearing from the shadows behind Wren. “A very strong one who can teach her to control her emotions, so that we will never face another episode like last night’s.” Although she tolerated Wren, Iris had no sense of attachment to him. She dismissed him with a tap on the shoulder, causing him to dissipate like fog.



Iris pulled her robe tightly around herself and motioned me into the library. She sat on the edge of the love seat and patted the space next to her. I took the hint and sat. “I’m so relieved to see you. When you ran out…” She paused. “Maisie short-circuited us completely. Connor had to recover before he could find you, and when we tracked you down at Peter’s, I figured we should leave you there. It seemed like the safest place for you. If anything had happened to you…”



A tear formed in the corner of her eye, and she visibly shuddered. After a long moment, she took my hand in hers. “She is sorry, you know. And it’s only her true contrition that saved her from a binding.”



“A binding? I didn’t think that was still done,” I said. A binding would block a witch from using her powers and from affecting the line.



“Just because it hasn’t been done in a long time doesn’t mean it can’t or won’t be done,” Iris said.



“But if she’s the anchor and a binding were done on her?” The morning sun pierced the room, and Iris rose to shut the curtains against its rays before returning to sit next to me.



“The energy would take her over. It would use her as a receptacle, but it would wipe away the part of her that we all recognize as your sister. In effect, she’d be lobotomized.”



“You couldn’t do that!”



“No, my dear, we couldn’t, but that isn’t to say some of the other witch families wouldn’t,” Iris said, toying nervously with her wedding ring. “The tremor Maisie set off last night was felt around the world. We call it a line, but it’s more of a web. You pluck it here, and witches all around will feel the vibrations.” She looked me in the eye. “Maisie is very young, but very powerful. She must learn how to manage herself, so it was decided to send her off for training.”



“I didn’t think she wanted to be the anchor. I don’t understand why she got so angry last night. Especially over such an obvious mistake.”



Iris sighed. “Well, it wasn’t such an obvious mistake to everyone. There were those who questioned whether the power was telling us that the arrangement we have had for so long needs some changing. By making such a completely…unexpected choice, perhaps it was telling us that it’s time for an alteration.”



“What do you think?”



Iris took a few moments to consider. “Honey, after last night, I don’t know what to think. For now, though, I say we count ourselves lucky. You’re safe and home. And although she’s far away for now, we’ll have Maisie back safe and sound in a couple of weeks. She’s going to need you when she comes home.”



“I’m not sure she even wants me around. I think it would be best for me to go away for a while,” I said, wondering if I could convince Peter to leave with me. Just the two of us, traveling as far from Savannah as we could. He’d always dreamed of seeing Alaska.



“And how long is a while?”



“I don’t know. Just a while.”



“No,” Iris said, her voice firm. “Your sister needs you here. We all need you here.”



“But the way she looked at me last night,” I said. “Aunt Iris, last night she hated me.”



“Last night was last night. When she left, you were the only person on her mind. She didn’t even say a word about that young man of hers.”



Guilt overwhelmed me again. I had to confess to someone. “Aunt Iris, it’s partly because of Jackson that I should leave. I’ve been confused about my feelings for him, and I think he might be a little confused as well.”



The disappointment in Iris’s eyes was piercing. “Oh, I see,” she said. “I had hoped that whatever was going on with Jackson was one sided, but you have…taken up with him?”



“No. Nothing like that. It’s only that…”



“It’s only that there is a possibility. And you need to follow your conscience and make the best possible decision for everyone involved. Now you have a better understanding of what it’s like to anchor the line. You have to close some doors, honey, no matter how nice a yard they open out onto.”



“I’m trying to close the door. I have closed that door. That’s why I want to leave,” I protested.



“No, honey. That’s not deciding, that’s running. Just like you did last night when you got scared. Choosing and then living with the consequences, that’s what deciding really is.” She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair. “You’re the one who looks likes more like your mama, you know.” Of course I knew that from the photos of my mother, but it always felt good to hear it. “And I’m afraid you may have more of Emily in you than I thought.”



“What do you mean by that?” I asked, suddenly defensive.



“My sister had a taste for other women’s men too. She made the wrong decision more than once, and her choices never brought anyone happiness. Especially her. I’m sorry, my dear. I never wanted to speak poorly of your mama to you, but I don’t want to see you make the same mistakes she did.” My arms drew involuntarily around me, forming a shield between my heart and her words. I hated hearing this about my mama. It fit in too well with what Tucker Perry had told me about her participation in Tillandsia.



“Listen, girl,” she continued. “If you follow your true heart and the good sense you were born with, you’ll see that Jackson isn’t the right man for you. Maybe young Peter is, and maybe he isn’t. But I know you. You would never find happiness if you broke Maisie’s heart in the process. She means too much to you.”



She was right. Despite the craziness of last night, I loved Maisie too much to take anything from her. And now I was committed to Peter. Even if Jilo’s magic was at the root of my actions, I was the one who had gone seeking it. I couldn’t hurt Peter. I considered telling Iris about what had happened with him, at least in broad strokes, but I wasn’t ready to confess my connection with Jilo.



“I loved my little sister dearly,” Iris said. “She sure wasn’t perfect, but I loved her. And she gave me you and your sister. I’ve never asked you for anything like this before, and I hope I never have to again, but I am asking you now. You stay with us, Mercy. Stay until we can get things settled here. You may not have power like the rest of us, but you do have the power to help hold us together.”