I leaned back and shook my head. "At least now I know where the Illuminati myth comes from."
"If it arises from the Cabals, the connections are tenuous at best. The Illuminati were believed to be a secret group of powerful men using supernatural means to overthrow the government. A Cabal's interest in politics is minimal, and far more mundane. Yes, there are Cabal members in government, but only to support fiscal policies that benefit the Cabal. It's all about money. Remember that, Paige. The Cabal does nothing that acts against its own financial interests. It's not the Illuminati or the supernatural Mafia or a Satanic cult. It doesn't ritually murder people. It doesn't abduct, abuse, or kill children-"
"Oh, right. Savannah's thirteen, so technically, she's not a child."
He continued in the same calm voice. "What I meant is that they don't follow the classic description of a Satanic cult in that they do not abduct children for ritualistic purposes. To the Cabal, Savannah means profit. Always look at the bottom line and you'll be better prepared to deal with the Cabals."
I checked my watch.
"Yes, I know," Cortez said. "My time is up."
I sipped my nearly cold Chai and stared down at the diagrams Cortez had made. Now what? Send Cortez packing again? I didn't see the point. He'd only come back. To be honest, though, it was more than that. The guy had helped me. Really helped me.
It was a sad world when a witch had to rely on a work-starved sorcerer for help, but I couldn't waste my time whining about how things should be. Cortez was offering to help when no one else would, and I'd be a fool to refuse. I had seen absolutely no proof that he was anything other than what he claimed to be, a young lawyer willing to take on the shittiest cases to launch his career.
"What would you charge?" I asked.
He took a sheet from his satchel and spent the next few minutes explaining the fee schedule. His terms were reasonable and fair, with a written guarantee that every charge would be explained in advance and he would do no work that I hadn't preapproved.
"The moment you feel my services are no longer fulfilling expectations, you may dismiss me," he said. "All that will be clearly outlined in a contract, which I would strongly suggest you have examined by another legal professional before signing."
When I hesitated, he folded the fee schedule in half and passed it to me, then placed his business card on top.
"Take tonight to think about it. If, in the meantime, you have any questions, call me, no matter what the hour."
I reached for the paper, but he laid his fingertips lightly on it, holding it to the table, and met my gaze.
"Remember, Paige, I can offer you more than normal legal help. No human lawyer you could engage will understand this situation as I do. More than that, should you require additional protection, I will be there. As I've said, I'm not the most proficient sorcerer, but I can help, and I'm quite willing to do so. It may come to that."
"I know."
He nodded. "I'll speak to you in the morning, then."
He gathered his papers, and left.
Chapter 15
ON THE WAY HOME SAVANNAH ASKED WHAT CORTEZ HAD SAID. In the midst of brushing her off, I stopped myself and, instead, told her Cortez's Cabal story.
"I don't get it," she said when I finished. "Okay, maybe Leah wants me for her Cabal. That makes sense. These Cabals, they're always recruiting. Mom told me, if someone ever tries to sign me up, I should-" Savannah paused. "Anyway, she said they're bad news. Like joining a street gang. You join, you join for life."
"Your mom say… anything else about the Cabals?"
"Not really. She said they'd come after me, so this makes sense, what Leah's Cabal is doing. But if she wants me, why doesn't she take me? She's a Volo. She could run our car off the road and grab me before we knew what hit us. So why doesn't she?"
Savannah peered at me through the darkness of the car's interior. I glanced into my side mirror, averting my eyes from hers. Okay, this had gone too far. I had to say something.
"Cortez says Leah works for the Nast Cabal."
"Huh."
"You've heard of them?"
She shook her head. "My mom never mentioned names."
"But she said they might come for you. Did she mention any Cabal in particular? Or why they'd want you?"
"Oh, I know why they'd want me."
I held my breath and waited for her to go on.
"Cabals only hire one witch, see? They'd probably rather not hire any at all, but we've got special skills, so they overlook the whole witch-sorcerer feud just enough to hire one of us. Anyway, they figure, if they have to hire a witch, they want a good one. My mom was real good, but she told them where to stick it. She said they'd come for me, and I wasn't to listen to any of their lies."
"Lies? Was there any lie in particular?"
Savannah shook her head.
I hesitated, then forced myself to press on. "It might be tempting, to be offered a place in a Cabal. Money, power… they probably have a lot to offer."
"Not to a witch. A Cabal witch is strictly an employee. You get a paycheck, but no perks."
"But what if you did get the perks? What if they offered you more than the standard package?"
"I'm not dumb, Paige. Whatever they offered me, I'd know they were lying. No matter how good a witch I might be, to them, I'm still only a witch."
Such a chillingly accurate answer, so easily given. What was it like, to be so young, and yet so keenly aware of your place in the world?
"It's funny, you know," she continued. "All those times my mom warned me and I barely listened. I thought, Why is she telling me this? If they come after me, she'll be here. She'll always be here. You just figure that. You don't think… maybe she won't. Did you ever think-with your mom-that something like that could happen? That one day, she'd be there, and then she wouldn't?"
I shook my head.
Savannah continued, "Sometimes… sometimes I have these dreams. Mom's shaking me and I wake up and I tell her what happened, and she laughs and tells me I was just having a nightmare, and everything's okay, but then I really wake up, and she's not there."
"I've had those."
"Hurts, doesn't it?"
"More than I ever imagined."
We drove a few miles in silence. Then Savannah shifted in her seat and cleared her throat.
"So, are you hiring Lucas?"
I managed a forced laugh. "It's 'Lucas' now?"
"It suits him. So are you hiring him or what?"
My natural inclination, as always, was to give her a simple, pat answer, but I'd felt as if in these past few days we'd cracked open the door between us, and I didn't want to slam it shut now. So I told her Cortez's alleged motivation for taking the case, then went a step farther and asked her opinion of it.
"Makes sense," she said. "He's right. With the Cabals, either you're for them or against them. Especially if you're a sorcerer. Those lawyers my mom knew, the ones I said might help you, they do the same thing Lucas is doing. They take cases against the Cabals."
"Isn't that dangerous?"
"Not really. It's weird that way. If a supernatural goes up against the Cabals, they'll squash him like a bug. But if he's a lawyer whose client went against the Cabals, or a doctor who fixed up a supernatural attacked by the Cabals, they leave him alone. Mom says the Cabals are pretty fair that way. You don't bother them, they don't bother you."
"Well, I didn't bother them, and they sure are bothering me."
"But you're only a witch. Lucas is a sorcerer. Makes a difference, you know. So, are you hiring him?"
"Maybe. Probably." I glanced over at her. "What do you think?"