I didn't know what to say; he was right.

"Yes, you have been forcibly altered. Yes, Menessos is at the core of it. But do not forget the Goddess put Her mark upon you long before the vampire. She chose you for this fate. She handpicked you to bear this. She knew the twists and turns that would befall you. She found you strong enough and worthy in Her sight. Perhaps you should open your eyes and see that fabulous intimacy as compensation for the rough road you're meant to travel." Amenemhab left me with that and loped away.

Out of the meditation, I sat in the middle of my garage.

The right thing for the right reason.

Put your big-girl panties on and accept it. I could do this. Johnny had been after me for months, so he must have growing feelings as well. Beverley had encouraged our kissing, and Nana seemed to know anyway, so truly, who was I trying to hide it from?

Myself.

I'd find a way to tell him why I was being ridiculous and how I planned to fix it. Tomorrow.

Surely tomorrow we'd also discuss my Eximium plans, since something kept him from it tonight.

Friday, around noon, my phone rang. Before Nana could get up from the dinette, I answered. "Hello?"

"Red!"

I grinned. "Hi, Johnny. I—"

"I have the best news. This is so awesome. Yesterday, Feral got word that some suit had been asking about Lycanthropia at the music store. So we did some digging, found out from a friend at another Cleveland guitar store that someone'd been asking there as well. So, we knew something was up and pulled an extra rehearsal last night before going out to a jam night to play. The suit was there!" Johnny said.

"The suit?"

"A&R. A rep scouting for artists and repertoire."

Sounded like good news. "And?"

"He said the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is hosting some big meeting of label execs and A&Rs. Started yesterday, with various discussions, panels, and all that kind of shit. Label showcases. Industry stuff. Said they'd invited various unsigned bands to play short sets."

I leaned against the wall, listening to him; he was like a kid, he was so excited. At least his absence here last night wasn't because I'd not kissed him the morning after.

"Some band they had scheduled to play tonight had to cancel because their guitarist slipped in the shower doin' his girlfriend and broke his wrist. So the suit's in need of a replacement band! He gave us a business card, wrote a private cell phone number on the back. He wants Lycanthropia to play."

"That's awesome!" His band had been on the edge of getting noticed for longer than I'd known him. "How'd he know to ask at the music stores?"

"Said since the cancellation came in he'd been calling all over northern Ohio talking to bars and local venues getting numbers on attendance, quizzing local radio stations about who got requested, and music stores about who sells. After assimilating that data, he was keen on picking us, but went to the music stores to ask personally."

Realizing the synchronicity made my grin widen. "So you get to be a local 'nominee' too, just like me, huh?"

"Yup."

"When is the show for the big shots?"

"Tonight."

I'd have bet he was jumping around like a little kid. "Wow, that's fast."

"Yeah, I mean shit like this, they've had it planned for months, but with the last-minute cancellation and all, us being able to fill in unexpectedly gives us a boost."

Then it hit me: "So, I'm not going see you before the Eximium."

"Red, I'm sorry." All that little-boy excitement had drained from his voice. "We're at the studio right now, rough-mixing the tracks for a disc so we can pass some out to the execs in attendance. Please don't think I'm crapping out on you."

"I understand," I said firmly. "That's okay."

"Don't lie. I can hear you're disappointed and after we… you know… and all. I'm sorry, Red."

"Stop apologizing. This is your dream, Johnny. Get those tracks done."

"Red—"

"The beach is always there," I said, copying what he'd said to me. "High tide, low tide, and done-with-your-disc tide."

He laughed. "I'll make it up to you," he said. "I swear."

"I'll hold you to that. Break a leg tonight."

"Deal. Is there a witchy version of 'break a leg'?"

"As Above, So Below."

"Hmmm. I get it, it sounds sagely and all, but I'm gonna stick with: Kick ass tomorrow at your Eggsy-competition thing. What was it called again?"

"Thanks. And it's an Eximium."

"I know with that starting at dawn you're not likely to come and see us—we're not going on 'til midnight and that's way too late for you—but in case you wanted to come down and maybe wish me luck or something, I put your name on the comp list anyway."

"And because Erik was giving them Celia's name and Feral listed six girls' names?"

"Well, maybe…"

After sweet good-byes, I hung up the phone.

Maybe we'd be okay after all. He sounded good. I sounded good. I think.

Behind me, at the dinette, Nana cleared her throat.

It sounded like the mustering of grouchy thoughts in preparation of her last-ditch effort to talk me out of the Eximium. Worse, it was followed by the long inhalation that began long-winded lectures. Thinking to head that off as long as possible, I turned, saying, "Find anything in the Codex about fairies yet?" I moved into the kitchen and started making another half-pot of coffee.

She rasped that breath away. "No. Why do you keep asking about fairies?"

"A water fairy came to me in the grove the other night."

"A fairy?" Clearly surprised, she sat straighter and leaned forward.

I'd successfully headed off whatever tirade she'd been prepping.

"I haven't seen a fairy since the Concordat went into effect," she said. "The grove… must've been riding the ley. Was it male or female?"

"Female. Blue. Her eyes were too big." I pushed the button to start the brewing.

Nana gave a small laugh and resituated in her seat to face me better. "You'd never seen one, had you?"

"No."

"Big or small?"

I indicated with my hands. "Two feet, maybe."

"They can grow bigger at will, almost to full human size." She pulled out her cigarette case. "She must've spooked you since you keep asking if there's anything about them in the Codex." She put the filter of one between her lips and flicked her lighter.

"She had a warning for me."

The lighter's flame disappeared. She jerked the still unlit cigarette from her mouth and demanded, "A warning about what?"

I strode around the counter and sat across from her. "Apparently our vampire-wizard never rescinded his bonds after the Concordat."

"Did she threaten you, trying to get you to influence him to break it?"

"No, nothing like that. She seemed infatuated with him and even said she was eager to be called on. It's the other three. She said they were plotting against him and she knew that I must be special to him, since he entered my circle. She fears they will act against me to get to Menessos."

Nana remained silent, tapping the dinette top, thinking. "That means an earth fairy, a fire fairy, and an air fairy… north, east, and south. I will give this some thought."

"I increased the perimeter. Should I boost the wards to make them stronger?"

"Your vampire's blood oath should keep them out. If they incur his wrath he will be less inclined to break their bonds."

"He's not my vampire."

Nana harumpfed. "Fine. I'll put iron horseshoes over the doors. You do have a ladder?"

"You get the horseshoes, I'll do the climbing and nailing." After a moment, I asked, "What if they try to take me hostage, saying they'll free me if he severs their bonds?"

She made a face. "They wouldn't take you. You're not a virgin."