Kitty's House of Horrors (kn-7) by Carrie Vaughn (christmas read aloud txt) 📕

I would be just as happy to go back inside and settle for the evening. As soon as I walked off some of my nerves.

I was looking for anything out of place, and I found it: a circle of glass and metal perched in a tree, pointed at the back door: another one of the remote cameras. I looked up into it, waved a little, wondering if we were following Provost’s script.

In the back of the house, I waited to hear footsteps as Jerome and I approached each other. I smelled him first, catching the trace of a fellow werewolf. I marveled at how such a massive man could move so quietly.

We spotted each other across the scrubby clearing behind the house, froze a moment, caught in each other’s gazes, then relaxed and moved again. I decided I really did want to see him as a wolf at some point before the show ended. I imagined he was impressive.

“Anything?” I said, and he shook his head.

“You think it’s all in Tina’s head?”

“I’ve worked with her before,” I said. “She’s not one to cry wolf. No pun intended.”

“Then what is going on?” He huffed.

Did I tell him that I thought the vampires were bringing their own brand of hijinks into the proceedings? That Grant had his own plotline going on in addition to whatever one Provost had worked out for us? I decided I didn’t really want to bring all this up with Jerome. We might have both been werewolves, but he was still a stranger. Not part of my pack.

“I don’t know,” I said softly. “Let’s get back in before the others start a rumor about us.”

He leered. “Isn’t that what this show’s all about?”

“I have my guy back home, and I’d really hate for you two to decide you had to duke it out over me.” Not to mention Jerome could pound Ben into mush. I loved my husband, but he wasn’t built like a tank.

“I think that may give Provost his next show.”

I shook my head and marched inside.

None of us found anything weird; nobody could point to anything specifically wrong, except for the feeling that Tina had, which had now spread to the rest of us by the power of suggestion. Predictably, Conrad said, “You’re all just trying to scare me,” at which point Jerome snarled at him, and half the room jumped. I didn’t. I glared at the wrestler, with a silent admonishment: Cut it out.

Yeah, I was pretty sure Provost’s ulterior motive was to drive us all crazy, to see who snapped first. I hoped there wouldn’t be any blood when it happened; Provost was probably hoping otherwise.

In keeping with the seminocturnal schedule, I went to bed a few hours before dawn. My bedroom light had been off only twenty minutes when someone knocked on my door, very softly. If I hadn’t been awake and twitchy already, I wouldn’t have heard it. I could have called for whoever it was to come in, but I wasn’t feeling that trusting and open. I padded to the door and opened it a crack.

Tina stood outside, pressed close, almost pushing her way in. “Can I talk to you?”

“Yeah, of course.” I let her in and glanced behind her, expecting to see one of the PAs and a camera, but she’d managed to ditch them. I quickly closed the door.

Tina paced. She was wringing her hands, looking around like she expected something to jump from the walls at her. I turned on the bedside lamp, which gave just enough light to chase away shadows.

“Sit down,” I said, settling on the edge of the bed with enough room for her. “Still shaken up?”

She sat, sighed, but remained tense, bracing her arms on the edge of the mattress. “What do you know about Grant? I mean really know about him?”

Whatever was going on here, Grant must have been at the center of it, the way people kept asking about him. Was I going to have to sit him down and ask what he was cooking up?

“He’s a magician,” I said. “Really a magician. Not just stage tricks. He makes things vanish, he opens doorways to… to other places. He knows things. Does things that I’ve never seen before. I can’t explain it, but I always thought he was one of the good guys.”

Tina’s expression turned confused. “That sounds so… epic.”

“Yeah. You’d see why I’d rather think of him as one of the good guys.”

“I’ve heard of people like that,” she said. “But so much of it is stories. Dr. Dee, Aleister Crowley. They’re so shrouded in mystery no one knows what to believe about them. Everything gets written off as tall tales, larger-than-life lies. But you’re saying Odysseus Grant is for real?”

“Yeah.”

She leaned forward. “He’s making Jeffrey and me nervous. Jeffrey says the guy doesn’t even have an aura.”

“Then you know more about what he is than I do.”

“Kitty, he’s your friend and you went through something together, I understand that. But that hypnotism, or whatever it was, freaked me out. It’s not that he was inside my head, it’s like he’s still there. Poking around my senses, looking through my eyes.” The expression in her gaze was wild.

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t begin to understand what she was experiencing. What was strange: I didn’t question what she had told me. Odysseus Grant was capable of anything. “Why would he do that?” I said.

“That’s what I wanted to ask you. Maybe he doesn’t trust me to tell the truth.”

“Maybe I could talk to him. Hell, maybe you should talk to him—he’s not a mean guy.”

“I can’t do that!” She leaned forward, setting her head in her hands. “He scares me.”

Enough. This was getting out of control. “Tina, I believe you when you say something’s going on. But I also think this whole situation is designed to manipulate us, make us paranoid until someone loses it and one of us shape-shifts or starts sucking blood or speaking in tongues.