Hidden Gifts (The Witches of Canyon Road Book 1) Page 25

  A little shiver went through me at the thought. Just how many magical abilities did Simon actually command?

  I supposed I’d find out soon enough.

  So I sat there on his slightly saggy couch and felt how his fingers were entwined with mine, how his skin was smooth and warm. I thought of the few possessions I’d been allowed to bring with me here to Santa Fe, the mundanities of jeans and tops and jackets, a few precious items like the green tourmaline earrings my parents had given me for my eighteenth birthday and the thick bracelet of hammered silver that my grandfather gave me when I graduated from college. All the little bits and pieces that were supposed to help me create a new life here, far from where I’d grown up in northern Arizona.

  And then there they were — a pair of dark wine-colored weekender bags, with my purse sitting on top of one of them. I let out a shocked sound and shifted on the couch so I could look at Simon. “You — you were able to bring them here, just like that?”

  “Just like that,” he said, voice and expression both slightly amused, as though he couldn’t quite understand why I should be so impressed by such a simple feat. “Soon enough, you’ll have learned to do these things as well. But for now, it’s probably a good idea if you get changed.”

  I had my doubts as to whether I’d really be able to command those sorts of powers, but I didn’t feel like arguing with him. All I wanted right then was to climb out of that heavy, ridiculous dress and get into something more comfortable. Even as I moved, I could feel one of the plastic bones from the bustier I was wearing dig into my underarm.

  “Definitely a good idea,” I agreed, then got up from where I’d been sitting. Simon’s bathroom wasn’t very big, but somehow I’d figure out a way to extricate myself from the wedding gown and get into some real clothes. After giving him a quick smile, I went and picked up both bags — since I couldn’t remember which items were in which piece of luggage — and locked myself in the bathroom to change.

  My face in the mirror was almost one of a stranger. No real surprise, considering I’d been made up earlier that day by an expert, and I wasn’t used to the subtle contouring the makeup artist had used. But it was more than just the surface paint — those were the eyes of a woman who’d been hurt badly. Underneath the blush, my skin was far too pale.

  Mouth compressed, I turned away from the mirror and began the arduous process of unbuttoning the row of tiny satin-covered buttons that fastened the back of the dress. I had a feeling this was the sort of procedure that usually required assistance, but there was no way in hell I was going to open the door and call down the hallway for Simon to come and help me get undressed.

  About five minutes later, I finally had everything undone. With a sigh of relief, I let the gown slither to the floor, then stepped out of it and hung it from a hook on the back of the bathroom door. The rest of the process was easy enough — I traded my lace-topped thigh-high stockings for some boot socks, the bustier for a much more comfortable bra. A pair of jeans and a sweater, my favorite low-heeled brown boots, and I was done.

  Well, except for the elaborate hair and makeup. I couldn’t do much about the makeup without washing my face and starting all over, so I settled for digging out an elastic hair band from my cosmetics bag and grimly pulling my hair back into a ponytail. The long, loose curls the hairstylist had given me weren’t damaged too badly by this process, but at least they didn’t look quite so over the top when confined in such a way.

  There wasn’t much I could do with the wedding dress except roll it into as small a ball as possible and shove it in one of my weekender bags. Taking out the jeans and sweater had freed up a little space, although I knew the gown was going to end up hopelessly wrinkled. But then, what did it matter? It wasn’t as though I was ever going to wear it again. Really, right then I could have cheerfully set it on fire.

  I emerged from the bathroom to find Simon standing in front of the couch, zipping up the duffle bag that he’d set down on the cushions. Apparently, he’d been packing while I was changing and putting away my wedding dress. Somehow, looking at the bag he’d put together brought home to me the realization that we really were going to do this. We actually were going to disappear somewhere together.

  That uneasy feeling returned to the pit of my stomach. Part of me understood how crazy all this was, that running off with Simon when I hardly knew him possibly wasn’t the best response to Rafe’s rejection. At the same time, I tried to remind myself that if I didn’t take charge of my destiny now, the opportunity might be lost forever. Did I really want to go running back to Arizona with my tail between my legs, defeated and humiliated? I told myself that once Simon and I were settled and he’d begun helping me with my powers, I’d feel a lot better about the situation. Right now I was still jangly and upset from that horrible scene in Loretto Chapel. If nothing else, I needed a quiet place to go where I could calm down and better evaluate my long-range plans.

  As soon as he saw me, Simon smiled. I couldn’t detect anything in his expression except approval and relief that we were going ahead with our plans. He’d probably been worried that I was going to make some kind of last-minute protest. “Better?” he asked, taking in my jeans and boots with one quick glance.

  “Much better,” I replied. “But how are we going to get to this place you were talking about? I thought your car was in the shop.”

  For the briefest second, his smile wavered. Then he shrugged and said, “Oh, it was never in for repairs. I had to tell you that so I’d have a reasonable excuse for why I was riding the train.”

  Unease stirred in me again. “So you lied to me.”

  At once he stepped away from the couch and came over to where I stood. His gaze meeting mine squarely, he said, “Miranda, I hated to do that. But I couldn’t tell you the truth about why I was here. Not at first, anyway. I had to sort of…ease into things, make certain that you really did possess some hidden powers.”

  I reflected that so much of what he’d told me over the past few days had to be lies — going to school at UNM down in Albuquerque, the car that needed repair…the family that had only come to settle in Santa Fe about a hundred years earlier. As he’d hinted, he needed some kind of cover story to give me until he could be sure that my powers really were something he could work with. I didn’t like that he’d stacked falsehood on top of falsehood, but at least I could understand why he’d done it. And he was telling me the truth now, wasn’t trying to hide the fact that he’d lied to me.

  “What about this apartment?” I asked. “The job at the wine shop?”

  “The apartment is an Airbnb,” he said calmly, still meeting my gaze, expression open and frank. Maybe he’d told some lies to cover his tracks, but he obviously wanted me to know he wasn’t withholding any information now. “And I was covering for someone at the wine shop, a guy who had to go back to Chicago for a few days for some family business. That’s all.”

  That’s all. Well, it was a pretty elaborate charade, as far as I could tell, but again, it hadn’t been anything intended to hurt me. Exactly the opposite, really. He’d needed to look as though he had a job and an apartment here in Santa Fe, or the rest of his story wouldn’t have made sense, and we wouldn’t have gotten close enough for him to feel comfortable revealing the truth about himself.

  “All right,” I said wearily. Right then I just wanted to get the hell out of town. Although it seemed that Simon had his own ways of making sure we wouldn’t be followed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the Castillos would track me down here if we lingered for too much longer. “Since your car is okay after all, let’s get going. No point in hanging around here, right?”

  “No point at all,” he agreed. “Let me take one of your bags.”

  I wasn’t about to protest. Right then I was just so damn tired that I thought I’d be lucky if I could make it down the stairs without stumbling. I nodded and handed one of the bags to him, then followed him as he walked through the short hallway to the front door. He paused to
lock the door behind us, and afterward we headed down to the parking lot. Waiting there was a sleek newer-model compact BMW SUV. I looked at it with a raised eyebrow but didn’t bother to comment. After all, it was pretty obvious that his starving student act had been only that — an act, with very little truth behind it. The de la Paz clan had a lot of money; it wasn’t so strange that Simon would drive an expensive car.

  He put the bags he was carrying in the back, then took my remaining weekender bag from me and stowed it alongside the others. In silence, I went up to the passenger door and let myself in. The vehicle was so new, I could still smell the leather upholstery. Had he bought it before he left Arizona? I’d noticed that it had New Mexico plates, but he could’ve acquired those sometime during the past couple of days.

  “What about your family?” I asked as we pulled out of the alley and headed west on San Francisco Street. “Your real family, I mean.”

  For a second, Simon didn’t reply. Yes, he was in the middle of setting the self-driving controls, but I didn’t think that was the real reason for the delay.

  Then he said, “Back in Tucson, you mean?”

  “Yeah. It’s not like witches and warlocks generally leave their home territory for extended periods. Where did you tell them you were going?”

  He shrugged. “I’ve been taking photography classes at the local community college. There was a workshop coming up within the right time frame, so I said I was going to take it. Since it’s all about shooting in the desert, especially nighttime images, it meant I was going to be gone for ten days in places without a lot of cell service. It seemed the simplest excuse, and one they would have a hard time checking on. I already have a stockpile of images I can show them to prove that I took the workshop, so they won’t be able to get suspicious about that, either.”

  That made some sense, I guessed. He couldn’t have told his family the truth about where he was going, because there was no way they would have allowed him to come to another witch clan’s territory and interfere with their business — especially when that business was something as important as the marriage of their prima’s only son to the daughter of the two northern Arizona clan leaders.

  Not that what Simon had done could really be categorized as “interfering.” It was more like he’d sat back and waited to see what would happen. For all I knew, he had some of the abilities of a seer, might have known that Rafe’s and my cobbled-together romance would implode before it even got started. If that were really true, it might have been nice if he could have warned me…but then, would I have even believed him?

  “What happens if this takes longer than ten days?”

  He turned his head toward me and smiled slightly. “It won’t.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Because I can already sense the power building in you. It wants to come out.”

  I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that; the picture that formed in my mind was one of a dam breaking, water flowing out and leaving destruction in its wake. I hadn’t embarked on this escape with Simon because I wanted to hurt anyone or destroy anything. All I wanted was to have real powers like every other witch and warlock I knew. I was tired of feeling like a freak.

  “Well, I guess we’ll just have to see,” I remarked.

  The car turned right on a street whose name I didn’t catch. We passed restaurants and breweries and then came out into a more modern commercial area, with a big shopping center on one side. Across the street, though, was a cemetery, and I had to repress a shiver. I hoped its presence on our way out of town wasn’t a sign of things to come.

  Right next to the regular, old-fashioned graveyard was a national cemetery, the rows of identical white tombstones shimmering in my peripheral vision as we drove past. After that, we were on the highway, the houses of Santa Fe giving way to open country not so different from northern Arizona — juniper and piñon trees, scrubby dry grass spread over rolling hills. Only a few minutes passed before the car began to descend into a river valley, a line of cottonwood trees blazing like golden fire in the setting sun as they followed the water through the lowlands.

  The car pulled off the highway at an exit for a place called Tesuque. I’d never heard of it, but that didn’t mean much. Other than checking the climate and making sure I’d bring appropriate clothing, I hadn’t done a lot of research on Santa Fe and its environs. I’d thought I would be able to discover these things in person, with my new husband at my side.

  Well, there was a joke.

  Although I’d resolved to put him out of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder what Rafe was up to right now. Was he worried at all about what had happened to me, or was he glad that I’d disappeared into thin air, that I wasn’t his problem any longer? Even if that were the case, Genoveva had to be furious, just because at some point she’d have to provide some explanation to my parents as to why I’d disappeared.

  My parents….

  “I need to call home,” I said.

  “Of course you do,” Simon replied, his tone unruffled. “You can use my phone when we get to the house. The signal isn’t very good around here, so you’ll need to use the wi-fi.”

  Just the fact that he hadn’t argued or come up with excuses as to why I shouldn’t call home made me relax a good deal. If — as I couldn’t help worrying about, even though he’d given no indication that his intentions were nefarious — he really was up to no good, then the last thing he’d want was for me to let my parents know where I was. I knew they’d probably do their best to talk me into coming back to Arizona, but I would have to stand firm. I needed to give this a try. I had to see if Simon really could help me.

  This area was nearly rural, the road now one lane in either direction, overhung by tall trees, their leaves a riot of autumn gold. We came to a crossroads with a funky-looking restaurant on one side, then turned past it and headed up toward the hills as the valley gradually sank into shadow.

  “What was that place?” I asked.

  Simon’s gaze traveled toward the restaurant, then back to the vehicle’s controls. As I watched, he disengaged the self-driving mechanism and took control of the car himself. “Oh, that’s the Tesuque Village Market.”

  “It looked like a restaurant.”

  “It’s a restaurant and a market. They sell local stuff. The food’s good, though. We’ll have to go there to eat soon.”

  I shot him a curious glance. “You’re not worried about a Castillo seeing us? It doesn’t seem like we’re that far from Santa Fe.”

  “We’re not, but they don’t come here much. Besides, how many of them even know what you look like? And I can mask our witchy natures, so we’ll just look like a couple of civilians to them.”

  This response sounded plausible enough. True, a large chunk of the clan had been present at the wedding, but I really doubted they’d be able to recognize me once I was back to my normal lip gloss and mascara and everyday clothes, rather than my elaborate wedding gown and hair and makeup. It was kind of a relief to think that Simon didn’t intend to keep me locked up in a compound somewhere, that we’d be able to go out and eat at a restaurant like regular people.

  He turned off onto a small dirt road, then paused after we’d gone about a hundred yards so he could roll down the window and enter the key code for the large iron gate that blocked our way. Maybe we really were going to a compound after all.

  That seemed to be the case, because after we passed through the gates, we traveled along a small private road with carefully fenced-in grounds to either side. At this time of year, the grass appeared mostly yellow and dry, but it must have been lush and green in the late spring and summer. Tall trees, their leaves also golden yellow, were planted at regular intervals.

  We came to a cluster of buildings, one of which was a detached three-car garage. Everything except the garage was built in what I’d learned was the New Mexico territorial style — steeply peaked roofs, wide porches. The place looked quiet, serene in the late afternoon light, and I felt m
yself relax at the sight.

  Simon touched the controls on the steering column, and the door to the center bay began to open. As far as I could tell, the garage was empty except for a few trashcans lined up against one wall. We got out and retrieved our baggage from the rear of the BMW.

  “This way,” Simon said.

  I followed him through a door on the same wall where the trashcans were located, and then along a path that wound through a carefully tended garden, where a few hollyhocks and hydrangea bushes still bloomed, despite the time of year. Because we were approaching from the garage rather than the front walk, we came into the house via a pair of French doors that opened on the patio. I assumed Simon must have a key, but he didn’t use one, only touched his fingers to the doorknob and used his inborn magic to let us in.

  We stood in an enormously long hallway illuminated by recessed lighting overhead. An equally long, narrow bench ran along one wall, while against the other was a pair of antique tables topped by a matching set of vases filled with sprays of autumn leaves. Landscapes in serene hues lined the walls.

  “What is this place?” I asked, my voice hushed. I’d only seen this one hallway — well, and the grounds as we drove in — and I could already tell it was the kind of property that no twenty-one-year-old kid could have rented by himself, even if said kid happened to be part of a prosperous witch clan. This was way, way beyond merely prosperous, and I felt a little like the beggar-maid heroine of a fairytale, sneaking into the king’s palace.

  He grinned as if he’d guessed precisely what I was thinking. “It belongs to some rich Texas oil guy. The property was being rented by a Hollywood actor while he was doing a film shoot here in Santa Fe, but he left a couple of weeks ago. Now the oil guy is trying to decide whether to sell or not, so he needed someone to caretake the place in the meantime.”