to stop talking. "I'd do anything for you."
"No, I don't think so." Blaise was toying with a ring on her left index finger.
"What's that?" Vivienne interjected nonchalantly.
"Hm? Oh, just a little diamond," Blaise said. She held out her hand and light scintillated. "Stuart Mac-Ready gave it to me this morning."
Kevin shifted again. "I can buy you dozens of rings."
Thea felt sorry for him. He seemed like an okay guy, and she'd heard him talk about wanting to be a musician. But she knew from long experience that it wouldn't do any good to tell him to get out of here. It would only make him more stubborn.
"But I wouldn't want a ring from you," Blaise was saying in a soft, chiding voice. "Stuart gave this to me because it was the only memento he had of his mom. It meant everything to him-so he wanted me to have it."
"I'd do the same thing," Kevin said.
Blaise just shook her head. "I don't think so."
"Yes, I would."
"No. The thing that means the most to you is your car, and you'd never give that up."
Thea had seen the car. It was a silver-gray Porsche. Kevin lovingly touched it up with a chamois in the school parking lot every morning.
Now Kevin looked confused. "But-that car's not really mine. It belongs to my parents. They just let me use it."
Blaise nodded understanding. "You see? I told you that you wouldn't. Now, why don't you go away like a good boy?"
Kevin seemed to collapse internally. He stared at Blaise pleadingly, not making a move to go away. At last, Blaise tilted her head at the football flunkies.
"C'mon, man," one flunky-Thea thought it was Duane-said. They took Kevin by the shoulders and propelled him away. Kevin kept looking back.
Blaise dusted her fingers off briskly.
Selene pushed back pale hair and drawled, "Think he'll cough up the car?"
"Well..." Blaise smiled. "Let's just say I think I'll have transportation to the dance. Of course, I'm still not sure who I'm taking. ..."
Thea got up. Dani had sat silently through lunch, and now she was watching Blaise, her velvety dark eyes half horrified and half admiring.
"I'm getting out of here," Thea said significantly, and was relieved when Dani stopped staring at Blaise and stood up.
"Oh, by the way," Blaise said, picking up her backpack, "I forgot to give you this." She handed Thea a small vial, the size that perfume samples came in.
"What's it for?"
"For the dance. You know, to put the boys' blood in."
CHAPTER 5
What?" Thea said. This was something she could speak out about. "Blaise, are you out of your mind?"
"I hope you're not saying you don't want to do spells," Blaise said dangerously. "That's part of it, you know."
"I'm saying there's no way we can get enough blood to fill this without them noticing. What are we going to tell them? 'I just want a little to remember you by?'"
"Use your ingenuity," Vivienne said musically, twining a red-gold strand of hair around her fingers.
"In a pinch we could always use the Cup of Lethe," Blaise added calmly. "Then no matter what we do, they won't remember."
Thea nearly fell over. What Blaise was suggesting was like using a nuclear bomb to swat a fly. "You are crazy," she said quietly. "You know that maidens
aren't allowed to use that kind of spell, and we probably won't even be able to use it when we're mothers, and probably not even when we're crones. That's stuff for the elders." She stared at Blaise until the gray eyes dropped.
"I don't believe in classifying some spells as forbidden," Blaise said loftily, but she didn't look back at Thea and she didn't pursue the subject.
As she and Dani left the patio, Thea noticed that Dani had taken one of the small vials.
"Are you going to the dance?"
"I guess so." Dani shrugged lithe shoulders. "John Finkelstein from our world lit class asked me a couple weeks ago. I've never been to one of their dances before-but maybe this is the time to start."
Now what did that mean? Thea felt uneasy. "And you're planning to put a spell on him?"
"You mean
"No, I don't think so." Blaise was toying with a ring on her left index finger.
"What's that?" Vivienne interjected nonchalantly.
"Hm? Oh, just a little diamond," Blaise said. She held out her hand and light scintillated. "Stuart Mac-Ready gave it to me this morning."
Kevin shifted again. "I can buy you dozens of rings."
Thea felt sorry for him. He seemed like an okay guy, and she'd heard him talk about wanting to be a musician. But she knew from long experience that it wouldn't do any good to tell him to get out of here. It would only make him more stubborn.
"But I wouldn't want a ring from you," Blaise was saying in a soft, chiding voice. "Stuart gave this to me because it was the only memento he had of his mom. It meant everything to him-so he wanted me to have it."
"I'd do the same thing," Kevin said.
Blaise just shook her head. "I don't think so."
"Yes, I would."
"No. The thing that means the most to you is your car, and you'd never give that up."
Thea had seen the car. It was a silver-gray Porsche. Kevin lovingly touched it up with a chamois in the school parking lot every morning.
Now Kevin looked confused. "But-that car's not really mine. It belongs to my parents. They just let me use it."
Blaise nodded understanding. "You see? I told you that you wouldn't. Now, why don't you go away like a good boy?"
Kevin seemed to collapse internally. He stared at Blaise pleadingly, not making a move to go away. At last, Blaise tilted her head at the football flunkies.
"C'mon, man," one flunky-Thea thought it was Duane-said. They took Kevin by the shoulders and propelled him away. Kevin kept looking back.
Blaise dusted her fingers off briskly.
Selene pushed back pale hair and drawled, "Think he'll cough up the car?"
"Well..." Blaise smiled. "Let's just say I think I'll have transportation to the dance. Of course, I'm still not sure who I'm taking. ..."
Thea got up. Dani had sat silently through lunch, and now she was watching Blaise, her velvety dark eyes half horrified and half admiring.
"I'm getting out of here," Thea said significantly, and was relieved when Dani stopped staring at Blaise and stood up.
"Oh, by the way," Blaise said, picking up her backpack, "I forgot to give you this." She handed Thea a small vial, the size that perfume samples came in.
"What's it for?"
"For the dance. You know, to put the boys' blood in."
CHAPTER 5
What?" Thea said. This was something she could speak out about. "Blaise, are you out of your mind?"
"I hope you're not saying you don't want to do spells," Blaise said dangerously. "That's part of it, you know."
"I'm saying there's no way we can get enough blood to fill this without them noticing. What are we going to tell them? 'I just want a little to remember you by?'"
"Use your ingenuity," Vivienne said musically, twining a red-gold strand of hair around her fingers.
"In a pinch we could always use the Cup of Lethe," Blaise added calmly. "Then no matter what we do, they won't remember."
Thea nearly fell over. What Blaise was suggesting was like using a nuclear bomb to swat a fly. "You are crazy," she said quietly. "You know that maidens
aren't allowed to use that kind of spell, and we probably won't even be able to use it when we're mothers, and probably not even when we're crones. That's stuff for the elders." She stared at Blaise until the gray eyes dropped.
"I don't believe in classifying some spells as forbidden," Blaise said loftily, but she didn't look back at Thea and she didn't pursue the subject.
As she and Dani left the patio, Thea noticed that Dani had taken one of the small vials.
"Are you going to the dance?"
"I guess so." Dani shrugged lithe shoulders. "John Finkelstein from our world lit class asked me a couple weeks ago. I've never been to one of their dances before-but maybe this is the time to start."
Now what did that mean? Thea felt uneasy. "And you're planning to put a spell on him?"
"You mean
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