Smoke on the Water Page 29
“Ready?” I offered my hands.
The instant we touched, we disappeared from the cabin and reappeared on the hill above Lake Superior. Our soon-to-be-husbands stood with their backs to the water. The sun hovered at the edge of night; the entire sky had gone pink and blue. Stars sprang up like diamonds as the moon began to rise.
A triple wedding. Seemed like the best way to go.
The stone altar held our magical instruments. A low hum emanated from them. To do what we wanted to for this wedding we’d need all the power we could get.
The three men wore identical black suits—Bobby with a white shirt and tie, Owen’s shirt was red, his tie yellow, and Sebastian …
My gaze met his and my stomach danced. “Hush, little one,” I murmured.
Silly, I couldn’t feel her move yet. Except I did.
Sebastian wore an aquamarine shirt and a bluebell-shaded tie. Becca had healed his face. Even if she hadn’t, he’d be beautiful. He’d tucked his curling dark hair behind his ears so the firelight turned Emma’s earring from gold, to bronze, to silver.
I loved that earring. Always had. Always would.
Together, my sisters and I joined hands with our men, creating a circle of six—or was it seven?—around the altar, our ghost guests and our parents. The moon blazed silver, and the spirits appeared as corporeal as we were.
At least for tonight.
Henry stood behind the altar, our mother at his side. Now that Roland was dead, the brands on their necks had vanished. That absence had convinced us more than anything that the horror was really, truly over.
Our father would marry us tonight as witches should be. In the air, beneath the moon, near the water, warmed by flame, our bare feet touching the earth.
In the coming weeks, Raye and Becca would take part in a second ceremony for their other families, who knew nothing of this, of us, of tonight. They wouldn’t understand.
Sebastian tightened his fingers around mine. He and I had no one but each other and the people in this clearing. It was enough.
“We ask for the blessings of nature’s elements,” Henry began. “Air, fire, water, and earth.”
He stood in front of Raye and Bobby. “We ask the spirits of Air to keep the lines of communication open between this couple. May their future be as bright as the sun on the horizon. As Air flows freely to and from and through us all, may their hearts and minds and souls come to know each other the same.”
He turned to Becca and Owen. “Spirits of Fire, we ask that their passion for each other and for life remain ever strong, fortifying them each day with vibrancy, boldness, and courage. Fire clears the way for new growth. This power is theirs, to bring about the quality that comes from true love.”
Henry stepped in front of Sebastian and me. “We ask the spirits of Water that their love for each other will be like the serenity of the ocean, an oasis that forever surrounds them, letting the surety with which Water makes its journey, flowing over rocks, and around trees, becoming vapor and riding the clouds, serve as a reminder that love endures.”
Henry stepped to the center of the circle where Pru, Mary, and Emma stood—joy in their eyes, happy tears on their cheeks.
“Spirits of the Earth,” he continued. “Give those who are here before you a rock-solid place to stand and fulfill their destinies. May their journeys mirror the vast planes and fertile lands, may they find the right seeds to sow to ensure a bountiful harvest.”
Sebastian flushed. He’d sown a seed and it had definitely become bountiful. I suppose having his soon-to-be-father-in-law point that out during the wedding was embarrassing. Then again, if Sebastian hadn’t done so, we’d all be dead. Some of us would be dead-er.
Henry lifted his gaze to the star that blazed over the water. “When they look at the Northern Star, may they know it is as brilliant and constant as their love for each other.”
The star seemed to blink—bright, brighter, brightest—as if it knew we were watching. Was one of us doing that? Or was it all of us—together?
“Father, Mother, Divine Spirit, we ask your blessing upon these couples. May they become one in truth and forever revel in the magic that is love.”
Several stars fell, leaving trails like silver fireworks across the night.
“Kiss the brides.”
It wasn’t easy to do holding hands in a circle, but we managed.
When I returned my gaze to my parents, Pru held a naked baby in her arms.
“Is that—” I began.
“Our granddaughter,” Henry said. “We’ll spend the next several months getting to know her. But I can already tell you’re going to have your hands full.”
“Swell,” Sebastian muttered, but the gaze he turned on our girl revealed he was already in love.
“We’ll return every year at Samhain,” Pru said. “When the veil is thin.”
“Just you two?” I asked.
“Whoever you like,” Pru answered. “All you have to do is come together and ask.”
The baby lifted a chubby arm and opened, closed, then opened her hand. Everyone in the center of the circle did the same.
The rest of us released our hold on each other, and they were gone—but not for good. There was comfort in that.
After a kiss on each wife’s brow, the new husbands moved off so we three sisters could say good-bye.
“Right here, same time next year?” Raye asked.
We did a group hug.
“It’s a date,” I said.
Not that we wouldn’t see each other before that. We wouldn’t be very far apart.
Raye and Bobby were returning to her hometown of New Bergin, where she was a kindergarten teacher and he was the police chief. They had a black cat named Samhain, which was also fitting.
Becca and Owen would head for their hometown of Three Harbors nearby. Becca had a veterinary practice, and Owen planned to raise and train military working dogs for the Marines. His former MWD, Reggie, would be retiring soon and coming to live with them and their calico kitten, Grenade.
“Maybe we should get a cat,” I said as the others drove away, leaving us alone beneath the stars.
“I think a baby is enough for now.” Sebastian laid his palm on my stomach.
“Okay.” I covered his hand with my own.
Elise and Edward had been as good as their word, and Sebastian hadn’t lost his license or his job at the facility, though he had taken a leave of absence from the latter. There’d been hints he could have Dr. Tronsted’s job, as she’d accepted one in Fairbanks, Alaska.
I had a new identity—Willow Frasier—complete with a shiny new passport. Sebastian and I had decided to try it out with a honeymoon in Scotland. There would be time enough to decide what to do with the rest of our lives when we returned.
Sebastian kissed me quick; then with our hands atop the earth witch to come, he murmured, “It’s going to be magic.”
One final star fell to the earth and burst open like a shower of flame across the water.
How could it not be?
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Lori Handeland
Praise for the Phoenix Chronicles
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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Copyright © 2015 by Lori Handeland.
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