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silk. I'd given it to her for Samhain last year. "The realms haven't been close enough to cross between in over five hundred years. Except for Faerie," she added. "And that's closed to mortals. And you aren't Faerie."
    "No," he said agreeably. "I'm fairly sure I'm not."
    "What about Dis? The place Christians call hell. It leaks into our world sometimes."
    "I'm not demonic, either. No more than Molly is."
    She looked startled.
    "I told him," I admitted. "Not the details, but it did seem he'd a right to know, if he's to stay with me awhile. Now, let's try applying a little reason. Magic is useful, but logic has its place. Michael said—"
    "He's remembered his name?" Her eyebrows made a skeptical comment on that.
    "I named him, for now."
    Erin's eyes narrowed, for names and naming have power, so I hurried on before whatever lecture was simmering could boil over into speech.
    "As I was saying, according to Michael, the energies here aren't what he's used to. And he tastes different, unlike anything I've ever—"
    "Molly! He's injured."
    "I haven't been nibbling," I said, testy. "But I've touched him. I'm sure I've never encountered his like before—and my experience covers rather a lot of ground."
    She nodded reluctantly.
    "I don't know what he is, but I know some things he isn't. He's not Gifted, not in the sense we use that term, at least. He's not Lupus. And he's not a sorcerer. Last night he unlocked my door without being aware he'd done it, and sorcery requires focus. So does telekinesis. Poltergeists, though—"
    "He is so not a poltergeist."
    "Will you stop interrupting? Of course he isn't. But he may be from the same place, or a similar realm."
    "Or he may be lying."
    "No." That came from Michael, who spoke with simple assurance. "I do not lie."
    Erin's lip curled. "What, you're from the angelic realm?"
    I suspected I knew what lay behind Erin's, antagonism, and it wasn't getting us anywhere. I spoke firmly. "That's what you're going to find out, I hope. Are you ready?"
    Her brow pleated. "I don't know, Molly. I'm tied to this world—my knowledge, power, and rituals are all of this realm. He uses node magic, not earth magic. If he really is from elsewhere, how much will I be able to learn?"
    "Ritual magic is practiced in forty-two realms," Michael said suddenly. "Many are variants of Wicca. Depending on how one defines the parameters, between eight and seventeen religiously oriented magical systems bear strong similarities to it."
    "Forty-two realms?" Erin shook her head. "There aren't that many."
    "Where did that come from?" I asked.
    Frustration was plain in his eyes. "I don't know. It was just there, but when I try to follow it… nothing." He spread his hands. "I, too, want very much to know what manner of being I am."
    Erin studied him a moment, and I suspected she was using other senses than sight—including, I hoped, the compassionate sense of the heart. Maybe she was finally considering the possibility that he was telling the truth. Erin has a problem with good-looking men. "I'll do what I can," she said at last, and began to unpack her bag.
    The tradition Erin follows requires nudity only for major workings, when the god and goddess are called rather than simply included in the rite. This was a spell, not an act of worship—though the two are not entirely distinct with Wicca—so she and I kept our clothes on. Michael sat up on the couch with the blanket providing a modesty drape. Not that he had any, from what I'd seen. Modesty, that is. He was well provided with what the blanket was there to conceal.
    Erin took out her athame, a glass vial, a black candle, a little pouch, and two silver bowls, each smaller than a cupped hand. "Stand to the south," she said, nodding at me. "No, a little more to your right. That's good. Michael—you have no objection to that name?"
    "I'm content with it."
    "I've set wards outside Molly's home for protection, and will cast a circle around the three of us to contain the spell.