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“The marks gave you all enough power to overcome your enemies.”

“Yes.”

“If the thought of sharing your life with them is so terrifying, then why did their deaths loom so large?”

I opened my mouth, closed it, tried again. “I loved them, I guess.”

“Past tense, loved, not love?”

I was suddenly tired. “I don’t know anymore. I just don’t know.”

“If you love someone, then your freedom is curtailed. If you love someone, you give up much of your privacy. If you love someone, then you are no longer merely one person but half of a couple. To think or behave any other way is to risk losing that love.”

“It’s not like having to share the bathroom, or argue over which side of the bed you get to sleep on. They’re trying to share my mind, my soul.”

“Do you really believe that last about your soul?”

I settled into the pillow, and closed my eyes. “I don’t know. I guess not, but it . . .” I opened my eyes. “Thank you for saving my life. If I can ever return the favor, I will, but I don’t owe you an explanation of my personal life.”

“You’re quite right.” She straightened her shoulders as if pulling herself back, and suddenly she seemed less intrusive, more businesslike. “Let’s return to my analogy of the holes being like light sockets, and the men being the plugs that fit them. What you did was spackle over the holes, cover them with plaster. When the master attacked you, his power tore off the plaster and reopened the holes. You cannot close these holes with your own aura. I cannot imagine the amount of effort it took to put patches over them. Ted said you were learning ritual from a witch.”

I shook my head. “She’s more psychic than witch. It’s not a religion, just natural ability.”

Leonora nodded. “Did she approve of you closing the holes the way you did?”

“I told her I wanted to learn how to shield myself from them, and she helped me do that.”

“Did she tell you it was a temporary repair?”

I frowned at her. “No.”

“Your hostility flares every time we approach the fact that you have given these two men in effect the keys to your soul. You cannot block them permanently, and by trying to you weaken yourself, and probably them as well.”

“We’ll all just have to live with it,” I said.

“You almost didn’t live with it.”

She had my attention now. “Are you saying that the reason the master was able to almost kill me was the weakness in my aura?”

“He would have hurt you badly, even without them, but I believe the holes made you unable to resist him, especially with them freshly opened as they were. Think of them, perhaps, as wounds, freshly opened wounds that any preternatural infection can enter you through.”

I thought about what she was saying. I believed it. “What can I do?”

“The holes are meant to be filled by only one thing, the auras of the men you loved. Your auras must now be like jigsaw puzzles with pieces missing, and only the three of you together are a whole now.”

“I can’t accept that.”

She shrugged. “Accept it or not, but it is still the truth.”

“I’m not ready to give up the fight just yet. Thanks anyway.”

She stood, frowning. “Do as you will, but remember that if you come up against other preternatural powers, then you will not be able to protect yourself from them.”

“I’ve been like this for a year. I think I can manage.”

“Are you that arrogant, or just that determined not to talk about it anymore?” She looked down at me as if she expected an answer.

I gave her the only one I had. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

She nodded. “Then I will get your friend, and I’m sure the doctor will want to speak with you.” She turned and walked out.

The room was very quiet, full of that hush that hospitals are so fond of. I looked at her makeshift altar and wondered what she’d had to do to save me. Of course, I only had her word for that. The moment I thought it, I was sorry. Why was I so distrustful of her? Because she was a witch, the way Marks hated me because I was a necromancer? Or was it just that I didn’t like the truth she was telling me? That I couldn’t shield myself