"Oh, come on. We've all seen The Godfather. We all know how this turns out."
"Take your gossip and go," I said. "I'm not interested."
"No? What if I make you an offer you can't refuse?" She grinned and winked at me. "Gotta talk to these Cabal guys in language they understand."
There was something so disarming, so childlike about Leah that it was hard to stand before her and remember how dangerous she was. As she mugged and teased, I had to keep repeating to myself, "This is the woman who killed your mother."
"I'm going inside now," I said.
"We both are," Cortez said, putting his hand against my back.
She rolled her eyes. "Geez, you guys are no fun at all. Fine. I'll get serious then. I want to talk."
I walked away. Cortez followed. When we were inside, I made the mistake of looking out the kitchen window. Leah stood there, waving a cell phone. I turned and saw the ringer light flickering on my phone. I picked up the receiver.
"Is this better?" she asked. "A Volo's range is about fifty feet, which I'm sure you already know, being the genius you are. How about I just start walking backward and you tell me when you feel safe?"
I slammed down the phone and stood there, struggling for composure.
"I can't do this," I whispered. "She--she killed my mother."
"I know." Cortez laid his hand against my back. "Let me handle it."
A shout rang out from the front lawn. Steeling myself, I walked into the living room and peeked out the curtain. A video camera wheeled across the lawn like a tumbleweed, the teenage owner stumbling after it. The dozen or so onlookers watched and laughed. Then a woman's hat flew off.
"That bi--" I bit off the epithet, wheeled around, and strode into the kitchen. "She wants to talk? Fine. We'll talk. I'll go out there and show her that she doesn't frighten me."
"No," said Savannah's quiet voice behind us. "Let her come in. Show her that she really doesn't frighten us."
We let Leah in. As Cortez said, she could do no worse damage in here than she could out there. Sad but true. If Leah wanted to kill us, she had a fifty-foot radius from which to act. No walls could stop her. All we could do was be on alert.
"She has a tell," I said to Cortez. "Whenever she's about to move something, she'll give herself away. Watch for tics, jerks, sudden movements, anything."
He nodded, then went out back to escort Leah inside.
A minute later, the rear door opened. Leah walked in, looked around, and smiled. Then her eyes lit on Savannah.
"Savannah," she said. "My God, you've gotten big, kiddo. You're almost as tall as me."
Savannah looked at her for ten long seconds, then turned on her heel and marched off to her room. Leah stared after her, frowning as if perplexed by her welcome.
"What have you done to her?" she asked.
"Me? You're the one who--"
Cortez lifted his hands. "As Leah pointed out, we sorcerers are very fond of rules. The cardinal rule of mediation, as I'm sure Leah is well aware, is that neither party is permitted to mention past wrongs or disparage the other. Is that understood?"
"Why are you looking at me?" Leah said. "She started it."
"No, I believe you did. Paige is, without question, the injured party in this matter. Upset her and the mediation is over."
"What makes you think I'm here to negotiate?"
"If you aren't, you may leave now."
She rolled her eyes. "God, he's so much fun, isn't he?" She walked into the living room and plunked herself down on my sofa. "Nice little place you have here, Paige. Must have been a tidy inheritance."
"Out," Cortez said. "Get out now, Leah."