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after the club closes to
help clean up and wash the dishes, and that’s about it,” he said.
“You can start tomorrow. Jenny and Erika will show you everything
that needs to be done. If you write down your address,” he pointed
to a pen and sheet of paper on the table, “I’ll send someone over
with your uniform. Oh, and you’ll need to bring me your ID tomorrow
so I can fill out the necessary tax forms.”
    I picked up the pen quickly, writing down the
address at the old plantation house. An ID. This would be a little
tricky. Technically, I guessed I probably wasn’t even allowed to be
in this club at nineteen years old. Even better, I thought. If
you’re going to be rebellious, you might as well go all the
way.
    I smiled as Bob stood, and I waved goodbye to
the girls as I made my way across the indoor-outdoor carpet toward
the exit. Stuck as I was in my thoughts, I barely noticed the stray
plucks of a guitar coming from somewhere in the club. As I reached
toward the door, the stray notes picked up in speed, forming the
beginning of a song.
    The sun nearly blinded me as I exited, and
although I craved some quiet place to think over the events that
had just occurred, I was in no rush to go back to the huge, empty
house. A few times as I slowly made my way back through town, the
wind picked up, making chill-bumps break out on my arms. As I
passed the park where the little girl and her father had been
earlier, my cell phone rang. I snatched it out of my pocket and
grinned. Everett’s name was on the little glowing screen.
    “Everett.” It wasn’t a question, or even a
statement really. It was a sigh…a relief that someone had
remembered me. It was the first time since my banishment that
anyone in Eagleton had called.
    “Livvy! How are you?” His voice boomed into
my ear.
Shrugging off the question, I told him I was fine and asked about
Eagleton; about my brothers and sisters.
    “They miss you,” he replied, his voice
quieter. “And they’re letting Ivanna know that in no uncertain
terms. It’s busy here, with preparations for Beltane. I’ve carried
enough wood to build a house,” he laughed.
    Beltane. The time of year when all the world
was in love; the animals of the forest in their mating dances, the
seeds in the ground beginning to wake up and stir. The Mother
Goddess took the form of a young maiden, seeking her lover, the
Horned One of the forest. My brothers and sisters would jump over
bonfires for luck, and the whole coven would circle the property in
Eagleton, making any necessary repairs.
    There would be a huge feast, and dancing into
the night. It was one of the biggest celebrations in Eagleton, a
chance to honor the youth of the year, and it was the first one I’d
miss since going to Eagleton.
    Last year, after Charlotte had mentioned
something about the Beltane dew bringing great beauty, Sylvia had
talked me into going out early with her. We rose at dawn, and I
indulgently followed her as she collected the dripping dew from
blades of grass and flower petals, swiping it all over the warm
brown skin of her face. I smiled sadly, wishing I would be there.
Then I nearly laughed at the thought of Sylvia needling Everett or
Max to go out with her and wash their faces in the Beltane dew.
    “I wish you were here,” Everett said,
bringing me back to the moment.
    “Me too,” I sighed. “Listen…can you have Max
call me as soon as possible? It’s really important.”
    “I’ll tell him. Oh, Ivanna says you should be
ready Friday morning. I’ll be there early to get you. We’re meeting
with the Moss Point coven.” Everett’s voice didn’t change, but I
sensed the tension even from this far away.
    “Have there been more attacks?” I asked
quietly, looking around. I’d wandered through the fence and into
the small park, and now I sat at a weathered picnic table.
    “I don’t know,” he said. It seemed as if he
wanted to add something, but he remained quiet.
    “Everett, what if I really