“Come on, baby, give yourself a break, too. Fred’s youngest two are napping.” Lana gestured to where Eddie and Fred’s youngest slept on a blanket in the shade. “The rest of the kids are doing what kids do on a hot summer day.”
“And we’re having a little private party,” Arlys finished.
New Hope’s chronicler, workhorse, founder wasn’t naked. She wore a tank top and underpants as she floated blissfully on her back.
“I can’t think of the last time I swam in a pool just because,” she added.
It occurred to Fallon she’d never seen the four of them this relaxed—and she wondered if, now and again, they had their little private parties when she wasn’t around.
God knows they’d earned them.
“Come on in!” Fred waved her hands, added little fountains to the water. “We’re talking about men. And sex. I really like sex. Makes me all sparkly.”
“I haven’t had sex in … Who knows?” Katie finished. “The men I have sex with end up dead.” She slapped a hand over her mouth as a laugh erupted, as Fred slid over to wrap an arm around her. “Oh, it’s not funny. It’s just true. I’m not sad,” she assured Fred. “I loved them both. You know how that is, Lana.”
“I do.”
“I was thinking about having sex with Jeff Barlow.”
Arlys sank, came up spitting out water. “Jeff Barlow!”
“Considering it. But, Jesus, I don’t want to kill him.” Katie laughed again, pushed back her wet ropes of hair. “But since it’s a little lust and not love, maybe.”
“He’s a good soldier,” Fallon said, she hoped helpfully.
Katie shot back an indulgent wink. “I was thinking more he has a nice ass, honey.”
“Oh. Well.” She could feel her mother’s amusement as Lana treaded water and smiled. “I’d say Mark McKinnon has a better one, and he doesn’t have a wife or woman, either.”
Arlys let out a wild roll of laughter as Katie shook her head. “He does have a better ass,” Katie considered, “but he’s at least ten years younger than me.”
“What difference does that make?”
“That’s my girl. Mark McKinnon.” Lana pointed at Katie. “Go for it.”
“I couldn’t … maybe.”
“Try not to kill him,” Fallon added, and after a shocked beat, all four women roared with laughter.
“You’re now, officially, a member of our private party.” Arlys sent a splash of water in Fallon’s direction. “Into the pool, girlfriend.”
She needed to get into town, needed to talk to Will, check on the rescues. She needed to— What the hell.
She unstrapped her sword, pulled off her boots. After a moment’s consideration, she stripped down to the skin like her mother and Fred. And for the fun of it, leaped, rolled twice in the air, and dived in.
Later, when she rode into town, Fallon thought how much she’d enjoyed that half hour of silliness with a group of women. Her mother’s circle—minus Rachel, who hadn’t been able to get away from the clinic, and Kim, who had an herbalist class scheduled.
She knew her mother’s power, her mother’s strength. She depended on it. How much strength and will had it taken for Lana Bingham, a child in her belly, grief in her heart, to leave New Hope and that circle? To leave it to save the child and everyone, everything she’d left behind?
More than anyone she knew, Fallon decided.
She thought of the other women—she knew their stories.
Katie, who’d lost her husband, her parents, her entire family but for the twins inside her. It had taken strength to survive, more strength, and such compassion, to take another infant whose mother hadn’t survived as her own.
With Jonah’s and Rachel’s help and friendship, Katie had escaped New York with her three infants.
Arlys Reid, intrepid reporter, had watched her colleagues sicken and die of the Doom, had watched her city fall, the world crumble. But she, along with a few brave souls, including Fred, had continued to broadcast for as long as possible.
With Chuck, hacker and IT guru, as her source, Arlys uncovered the truth and the lies. How many lives had she saved by telling the truth? Fallon wondered.
What had it been like for Fred to discover the magick inside her, to sprout wings? For some the emergence of powers brought madness or turned them dark.
For Fred it brought joy, a passion for spreading that joy, and a devotion to defend and protect all.
Her mother had chosen her circle well. Without them, without the sacrifices they’d made, the will not just to survive but to rebuild, there would be no New Hope.
Without New Hope and communities like it, the light would dim, and dark prevail.
She’d intended to ride through town to the police station in hopes of finding Will Anderson. But she saw him standing on the sidewalk talking to a couple—Anne and Marla, she remembered, weavers who raised llamas. Will crouched down to the level of the little boy they’d taken in. After Petra had killed his mother. He’d be about five, Fallon calculated, and chattered happily at Will as they examined a little toy horse.
But as she approached on Laoch, the little boy huddled behind his mother, peeked out at her.
“It’s all right, honey.” Anne stroked his curly cap of hair. “This is Fallon. You remember her. He’s shy until he gets to know you,” she told Fallon.
“That’s okay. I don’t mean to interrupt.”
“We just came into town to deliver some socks,” Marla said. “And stopped into Bygones. Elijah said his alphabet for Mr. Anderson and got a prize.”
“That’s a nice horse.” As Will had done, she crouched down, but didn’t move closer. “My dad made me a wooden horse when I was little. I still have it. And now I have this big guy, too.”
Because she’d looked into the boy, she smiled, then murmured to Laoch in Irish.
He spread his wings.
“Like yours, Elijah. I see the light in you.”
He dipped his head, but she saw his smile, shy and sweet. And his wings, a quick flutter of blue.
Anne pressed her fingers to her lips as her eyes filled. “He never—We had no idea. Oh, Elijah, look how pretty your wings are.”
“We wondered.” Marla leaned down to kiss the top of Elijah’s head. “But he never showed any signs.”
“It takes time for some, especially…” Fallon let that go as Anne lifted him, settled him on her hip.
“Yes, especially. I think tonight, after dinner, we’re going to have an ice-cream party with Clarence and Miranda.”
“Ice cream!” Elijah threw back his head and laughed. “Tawbewwy!”
“Yes, strawberry. We’ll work on those r’s later. Come on, Marla, let’s get our little man home. It’s good to see you Fallon, Will.”
They settled Elijah in a carrier seat on a bike. Marla got on it, Anna on another. With a wave they rode off, with Elijah’s wings still fluttering.
“They’re good people,” Will commented. “Taking in three damaged kids and making a family. Three magickal kids, as it turns out. You could see he was a faerie?”
“His light’s quiet and shy. And sweet,” she added. “Very sweet.”