Quicksilver - Amanda Quick [90]
“I’m not certain Sweetwaters can be called charmingly romantic,” Nick said. “But we take marriage very seriously. You could say it’s in the blood. A Sweetwater always knows when he finds the right woman.”
Charlotte stopped smiling and narrowed her eyes. “How very convenient.”
“Actually it can be very inconvenient,” Nick said. “It isn’t always easy to find the right woman. To tell you the truth, the family was starting to become concerned about Owen.”
“Why?” Virginia asked.
Tony shifted uneasily. “We think he has started nightwalking. It’s not a good sign.”
“I don’t understand,” Virginia said. “What do you mean by nightwalking?”
Once again Nick, Tony and Matt exchanged looks. This time she knew she would not get any answers.
“It’s hard to explain,” Nick mumbled.
Charlotte fixed him with a glare. “What does a Sweetwater man do if he doesn’t find the right woman? Does he content himself with a string of mistresses?”
Nick was looking ever more uncomfortable. Matt and Tony had evidently concluded they were out of their depth. They lurched toward the door.
“I think I need a cup of Mrs. Crofton’s excellent coffee,” Tony said.
“And perhaps another muffin,” Matt added.
They went through the door and disappeared out into the hall.
An acute silence settled on the bedroom.
Charlotte peered at Nick. “Exactly how does a Sweetwater know when the right woman comes along?”
Nick blew out a deep sigh. “My father says it is a side effect of our talent. Something to do with our hunter’s intuition.”
Virginia looked at him. “But not necessarily something to do with love?”
The hunter in Nick must have sensed a trap. He glanced toward the door, as if longing to escape the room as Matt and Tony had done. But manfully he turned back.
“‘Love’ is a rather mushy word,” he said weakly. “Hard to define, don’t you think?”
Charlotte glared at him. “Not at all. One knows love when one experiences it. Isn’t that right, Ginny?”
“Quite right,” Virginia agreed. “We may never encounter true love, but that does not mean that women such as Charlotte and myself won’t know it if we do run into it. Right, Charlotte?”
“Absolutely,” Charlotte said.
Nick scowled. “But what will you do if you never discover what you believe to be true love?”
“Until then there is always Dr. Spinner’s treatment for female hysteria,” Virginia said.
THIRTY-FOUR
Sometime later Virginia found herself alone with Owen in the bedroom. His temperature and the overheated energy of his aura were rapidly returning to normal.
She released his hand. Rising to her feet, she crossed the room to the chest of drawers. The velvet sack containing the mirror was on top of the dresser. When she picked it up a ghostly frisson of glasslight shivered across her senses.
She opened the sack and took out the mirror. The silver-and-gold handle was unnaturally warm in her hand. She carried the mirror to the window and examined the back of it. Strange crystals glittered ominously in the moonlight. An intricate Baroque design had been worked into the metal. It was too dark to make out the alchemical markings, but she could feel them with her fingertips. Small lightning flashes of power crackled through her.
Glasslight, a lot of it, was held in stasis in the mirror. All that was required to release the energy, she thought, was will and talent. It was a true paranormal weapon, one that was activated by the human mind, not by a clockwork mechanism.
Slowly, drawn by a compulsion that went far deeper than mere curiosity, she turned the mirror over to look at the glass. In the deep shadows of the bedroom she could not see her own reflection, but with her senses heightened she could perceive the energy that shifted in the surface of the artifact. It was as if she gazed into a pool of mercury. The Quicksilver Mirror seethed with the forces locked deep inside.
Dread and fascination consumed her. She looked deeper. Terrible afterimages appeared and disappeared like moving photographs trapped in the strange glass. She caught fleeting glimpses