the ad. I knew that anyone who called that number was capable of the job.â
âI didnât know you could do that with a newspaper,â Naomi said. âI mean, itâs printed, and he couldnât have touched every paper.â Just by knowing that not touching the paper physically made the spell harder to cast meant Naomi knew more about magic theory than I thought she did. But she was right.
âYou have to be powerful enough that the ad, the words that you read into it, carry the spell. It is very difficult, and that he was capable of it lets us know the kind of skill weâll be up against.â
âSo the ad called me to him?â she asked.
âMaybe not you specifically,â Jeremy said, âbut something about you was exactly what he wanted or needed.â
âMost of the women look fey,â Frances said.
We all looked at her. She blinked at us. âPointed ears. One woman had these cat-green eyes that seemed to glow out of the picture. Skin colors that no human has, like green, blue. Three of them had more . . . parts than a human would have, but not like it was a deformity, like it was just part of the way they looked.â
I was impressed. Impressed that sheâd noticed and put it together in her head. If we could save her, get her away from him, sheâd make it. âWhat did he say about Naomi?â
âThat she was part sidhe. He really got off on that, if the women were part sidhe. He called them his royal whores.â
âWhy fey women?â Jeremy asked.
âHe never said,â Frances answered.
âI think it had something to do with the ritual,â Naomi said.
We all turned to her. Jeremy and I asked in unison, âWhat ritual?â
âThe first night he took me to the apartment heâs rented. The bedroom has mirrored walls and this huge circular bed. The floor was this beautiful gleaming wood with a Persian carpet under the bed. Everything seemed to glow. When I climbed up on the bed, I felt something, like Iâd walked through a ghost. I didnât know what it was that first night, but one night I slipped on the rug, and underneath was a double circle set into the wood of the floor with symbols in a band around the circle. I realized the bed was the center of the circle. I didnât recognize the symbols, but I knew enough to know it was a circle of power, a place to work magic.â
âDid he ever do anything in the bed that seemed like ritual magic?â I asked.
âNothing that I recognized. We just had sex, lots of it.â
âWas there anything that was the same every time?â Jeremy asked.
She shook her head. âNo.â
âWas the sex always in this apartment?â Jeremy asked.
âNo, sometimes we met at a hotel.â
That surprised me. âIs there anything he does in the apartment inside the circle that he doesnât do anywhere else?â
She blushed bright red. âItâs the only place he brings other men.â
âOther men to have sex with him?â I asked.
She shook her head. âNo, with me.â She looked up at us, as if waiting for the cry of horror, or maybe whore. Whatever she saw reassured her. We all knew how to give good blank face when we needed it. Besides, a little group sex seemed tame after knowing that he showed pictures of his lovers to his wife, with details. That was a new one. Group sex had been around a lot longer than Polaroids.
âWas it always the same men?â Jeremy asked.
She shook her head. âNo, but they knew each other. I mean, it wasnât like he brought in strangers off the street.â She sounded defensive, as if that would have been so much worse, and it wasnât as bad as all that.
âWere there any repeats?â Jeremy asked.
âThere were three men that I saw more than once.â
âDo you know their names?â
âJust their first names. Liam, Donald, and Brendan.â
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