“Mistress Roydon.”
Not Gerbert.
Benjamin’s arm was draped over Phoebe’s shoulders, and there were spots of red on the collar of her white blouse. For the first time since I’d met her, Phoebe looked terrified.
“Herr Fuchs.” I spoke slightly louder than usual. Hopefully, Ysabeau or Gallowglass would hear his name over the din that the children were causing. I forced my feet to move toward him at an even pace.
“What a surprise to see you here—and looking so . . . fertile.” Benjamin’s eyes drifted slowly over my breasts to where the twins lay curled in my belly. One of them was kicking furiously, as though to make a break for freedom. Corra, too, twisted and snarled inside me.
No fire or flame. The oath I’d taken when I got my first reader’s card floated through my mind.
“I expected Matthew. Instead I get his mate. And my brother’s, too.” Benjamin’s nose went to the pulse under Phoebe’s ear. His teeth grazed her flesh. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. “What a good boy Marcus is, always standing by his father. I wonder if he’ll stand by you, pet, once I’ve made you mine.”
“Let her go, Benjamin.” Once the words were out of my mouth, the logical part of my brain registered their pointlessness. There was no chance that Benjamin was going to let Phoebe go.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be left out.” His fingers stroked the place on Phoebe’s neck where her pulse hammered. “I’ve got big plans for you, too, Mistress Roydon. You’re a good breeder. I can see that.”
Where was Ysabeau?
The arrow burned against my spine, inviting me to use its power. But how could I target Benjamin without running the risk of harming Phoebe? He had placed Phoebe slightly in front of him, like a shield.
“This one dreams of being a vampire.” Benjamin’s mouth lowered, brushed against Phoebe’s neck. She whimpered. “I could make those dreams come true. With any luck I could send you back to Marcus with blood so strong you could bring him to his knees.”
Philippe’s voice rang in my mind: Think—and stay alive. That was the job he had given me. But my thoughts ran in disorganized circles. Snatches of spells and half-remembered warnings from Goody Alsop chased Benjamin’s threats. I needed to concentrate.
Phoebe’s eyes begged me to do something.
“Use your pitiful power, witch. I may not know what’s in the Book of Life—yet—but I’ve learned that witches are no match for vampires.”
I hesitated. Benjamin smiled. I stood at the crossroads between the life I’d always thought I wanted—scholarly, intellectual, free from the complicated messiness of magic—and the life I now had. If I worked magic here, in the Bodleian Library, there would be no turning back.
“Something wrong?” he drawled.
My back continued to burn, the pain spreading into my shoulder. I lifted my hands and separated them as though they held a bow, then aimed my left index finger at Benjamin to create a line of sight.
My hand was no longer colorless. A blaze of purple, thick and vivid, ran all the way down to the palm. I groaned inwardly. Of course my magic would decide to change now. Think. What was the magical significance of purple?
I felt the sensation of a rough string scraping against my cheek. I twisted my lips and directed a puff of air toward it. No distractions. Think. Stay alive.
When my focus returned to my hands, there was a bow in them—a real, tangible bow made of wood ornamented with silver and gold. I felt a strange tingle from the wood, one I recognized. Rowan. And there was an arrow between my fingers, too: silver-shafted and tipped with Philippe’s golden arrowhead. Would it find its target as the goddess had promised? Benjamin twisted Phoebe so that she was directly in front of him.
“Take your best shot, witch. You’ll kill Marcus’s warmblood, but I’ll still have everything I came for.”
The image of Juliette’s fiery death came to mind. I closed my eyes.
I hesitated, unable to shoot. The bow and arrow dissolved between my fingers. I’d done exactly what the goddess had instructed me not to do.
I heard the pages of the books lying open on nearby desks ruffle in a sudden breeze. The hair on the back of my neck rose. Witchwind.
There must be another witch in the library. I opened my eyes to see who it was.
It was a vampire.
Ysabeau stood before Benjamin, one hand wrapped around his throat and the other pushing Phoebe in my direction.
“Ysabeau.” Benjamin looked at her sourly.
“Expecting someone else? Matthew, perhaps?” Blood welled from a small puncture wound on him that was filled with Ysabeau’s finger. That pressure was enough to keep Benjamin where he was. Nausea swept over me in a wave. “He is otherwise engaged. Phoebe, dearest, you must take Diana down to Gallowglass and Fernando. At once.” Without looking away from her prey, Ysabeau pointed in my direction with her free hand.
“Let’s go,” Phoebe murmured, pulling at my arm.
Ysabeau removed her finger from Benjamin’s neck with an audible pop. His hand clamped over the spot.
“We’re not finished, Ysabeau. Tell Matthew I’ll be in touch. Soon.”
“Oh, I will.” Ysabeau gave him a terrifyingly toothy smile. She took two steps backward, took my other elbow, and jerked me around to face the exit.
“Diana?” Benjamin called.
I stopped but didn’t turn around.
“I hope your children are both girls.”
* * *
“Nobody speaks until we’re in the car.” Gallowglass let out a piercing whistle. “Disguising spell, Auntie.”
I could feel that it had slipped out of shape but couldn’t muster the energy to do much about it. The nausea I’d felt upstairs was getting worse.
Leonard squealed up to the gates of Hertford College.
“I hesitated. Just like with Juliette.” Then it had almost cost Matthew his life. Today it was Phoebe who had paid for my fear.
“Mind your head,” Gallowglass said, inserting me into the passenger seat.
“Thank God we used Matthew’s bloody great car,” Leonard muttered to Fernando as he slid in the front. “Back home?”
“Yes,” I said.
“No,” Ysabeau said at the same moment, appearing on the other side of the car. “To the airport. We are going to Sept-Tours. Call Baldwin, Gallowglass.”
“I am not going to Sept-Tours,” I said. Live under Baldwin’s thumb? Never.
“What about Sarah?” Fernando asked from the front seat.