“Don’t bother, Lover Boy,” she said. “I got all that info back at the Conjure. The walls aren’t that thick in there, you know.”

Joshua nodded, looking relieved that he wouldn’t have to repeat the same story. “Then you already know why I need help?” he asked. “And who I need it for?”

The girl jerked her head in my direction. “For Princess Paleness over there, right?”

“Excuse me?” I said, folding my arms defensively. “I don’t know if you’ve picked up on what I am, but I haven’t exactly had the opportunity to get a tan lately.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said with another dismissive wave. “And I’m sure there’s some fascinating story about how you got stuck in that dress, too. But I’m more interested in what brought you here today.”

Joshua began to speak, but she cut him off again with an impatient sigh.

“No offense, Lover Boy, but I’d rather hear it from the horse’s mouth.”

I pulled back one corner of my lips. “The ‘horse’ being me?”

“Yeah, the horse being you. So tell me, Princess, what’s so wrong with you that you need Voodoo to fix it?”

“Nothing,” I said bluntly. “And incidentally, my name’s not Princess. It’s Amelia.”

A tiny smile skirted across her lips. “Hi, Amelia. I’m Gabrielle—I’ll be your Voodoo priestess for the evening.”

“You expect us to believe that you’re a Voodoo priestess?” I scoffed.

Gabrielle shrugged one shoulder. “You tell me, Amelia. Between me and Marie back there, which one of us can actually see you?”

I snorted softly. “That just makes you a Seer.”

“Yeah, it does. And I’ll bet you fifty bucks that you’ve met some powerful Seers, haven’t you?”

I pinched my lips shut; she had me there. In my experience, a knowledgeable Seer had the ability to affect the dead in some pretty intense ways.

I met Gabrielle’s eyes and saw a glimmer of victory in them. She nodded at me, almost imperceptibly, and then reset her mouth in that straight, businesslike line.

“Speaking of fifty bucks,” she said, turning back to Joshua, “that’s my fee for helping you tonight.”

“But we haven’t even told you what kind of help we’re asking for,” he pointed out.

Gabrielle shook her head, sending her delicate silver earrings jingling. “No need to. I bet it’s the standard fare: can’t touch stuff, can’t control your disappearances.”

Joshua and I shared a meaningful look. I hated to admit it, but this girl knew her ghosts.

“It’s … kind of more like that last one,” Joshua hedged, and I silently blessed him for not confessing other things that were just too personal, too private.

“Huh.” Gabrielle looked slightly surprised. “Well, whatever the problem, I think I can take care of it.”

“Really?”

However much discretion he’d just shown, Joshua’s exclamation definitely revealed too much now—I could see it in Gabrielle’s sharp blue eyes. Again, victory sparkled there like a flame.

“Really, Lover Boy.” She rubbed her hands together—in triumph or to warm them, I couldn’t tell. “So here’s how it’s going to go down: you guys meet me tonight, ten minutes before midnight, in the St. Louis Number One Cemetery. It’s the aboveground cemetery off Basin Street, near Iberville. It’s usually locked by three p.m., but I’ll find a way to get the front gate open. Once you’re inside, go toward the center until you find a tall concrete vault that’s been painted brickred. You can’t miss it—it’s right by the tombstone that looks like a dinner table. When you get there, we’ll start the ceremony.”

I placed a restraining hand on Joshua’s arm before he could agree for us again. Remembering something that Rebecca mentioned during the car ride yesterday, I frowned.

“Aren’t the cemeteries here supposed to be dangerous without a tour guide?” I asked. “Especially at night?”

Gabrielle barked out a laugh. “Well, you’re dead, so no worries there. And you,” she said, turning to Joshua and giving him a contemplative once-over. “Maybe you should carry a baseball bat or something.”

I balked, but Joshua just nodded decisively.

“Done,” he declared, and extended his hand for her to shake.

For the first time this morning, Gabrielle’s confidence seemed to falter. After all that bravado, I had no idea why something as harmless as a handshake should have bothered her. But she stared warily at Joshua’s outstretched hand as if any physical contact with him would result in something terrible. Her firing maybe? I couldn’t read the reason in her face....

“No can do, Lover Boy,” she said in a weirdly choked voice. “Shaking hands is, uh … it’s a big no-no in Voodoo.”

Joshua dropped his arm to his side with an embarrassed grin. “Sorry. I don’t really know the rules yet.”

Once again Gabrielle shrugged—a gesture of studied indifference that I was beginning to recognize. “No biggie,” she said offhandedly. “But you’ve got to get out of here before Marie decides I’ve taken too much time for my smoke break.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I grasped Joshua’s hand—a move that Gabrielle watched closely, I noticed—and tugged at it.

“You heard the girl,” I murmured. “Let’s get out of here.”

But Joshua held firmly in place. As if he just couldn’t help but be doggedly polite, he flashed Gabrielle a grateful smile.

“I appreciate you helping us. Really.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Gabrielle ducked her head and made a little “shoo” motion with her hand. “I’ll see ya’ll tonight at the St. Louis. Now seriously, hit the road.”

This time I didn’t let Joshua express any more gratitude. I yanked his hand as hard as I could, feeling the pins and needles heat of our touch spread all the way up to my shoulder. Finally, Joshua got the hint. He gave me an apologetic grin and—without another word to Gabrielle—turned with me to hurry away from this café, this street, this neighborhood, as quickly as we could without running.

Chapter

SIXTEEN

Almost as soon as we rounded the corner of Ursulines, I dropped Joshua’s hand. When he made a soft, questioning noise, I trained my gaze severely to the right—away from his—and put at least a foot’s distance between us. We hadn’t said one word or looked at each other the entire walk home, and I didn’t intend to change that now.

Still not speaking, I followed him into the town house and waited while his mother told him that Annabel and company had left on a day trip to Lafayette (also leaving me without the option of chewing out Annabel). Upon hearing this news, Joshua looked hesitantly in my direction. I refused to meet his eyes, choosing instead to keep silent while he said hello to the rest of his family and then led me outside.

There, only a few sounds filled the courtyard: the scratch of live oak branches above us and the twin scrape of the two chairs he pulled out from one of the tables so that we could sit.

All the while, Joshua kept his mouth firmly shut. Once we’d both sat down, however, he trapped me with those arresting blue eyes … probably anticipating the effect they’d have on me. He clearly wanted to know what I thought about everything that had just happened—I could tell by how frantically his fingers worked the edge of his sleeve.

But I wasn’t ready to give him my reaction yet. Not until I had better control of my thoughts, which were currently screaming at me that, if Joshua was pursuing such a drastic measure, then he knew as well as I did that our relationship was set up for failure. Of course, another set of thoughts screamed back that I didn’t want it to be true. Not now, not ever.

As the minutes passed, the branches continued to clatter noisily above us, from either the errant gale that had found its way through the alleys or the poltergeist force of my emotions—I couldn’t be sure. Finally, after what probably felt like an eternity to Joshua, I met his gaze.