enough trouble living in the present.’
‘You don’t reject what your Argentari grandmother taught you.’
‘She taught me to save lives, to heal and to mend. You wanted to teach me how to cheat and deceive those who are gullible enough to believe that someone can see their future by looking into their palms.’
‘Then you are no different than your brother, chavi. You, too, reject your heritage.’
‘You think that’s my heritage? No wonder the gadje believe we’re all thieves and liars.’
‘Does he think that? Your gaujo?’
‘He isn’t my gaujo. And I don’t know what he thinks.’
‘Stephano wants him gone.’
‘So he said. And he will be. As soon as he’s well enough.’
‘And that day can’t come soon enough for you, I suppose.’
Her grandmother’s lined face was devoid of expression, but Nadya wasn’t fooled.’ What does that mean?’
‘It’s too late to reject what I offer. I’ve already seen your palm, chavi. I saw it the day you were born. Neither it—nor your future—hold any secrets for me.’
Nadya laughed. ‘Whatever you’re expecting from it, Mami, I hope you aren’t disappointed.’
‘I won’t be, chavi. I can promise you that, if nothing else.’
Although Stephano had been in camp less than a day, when Nadya returned from taking the eveningmeal to her patient, her brother was saddling his stallion. Nadya stopped to run her hand down the horse’s silken nose, smiling when the animal pushed against her chest in response.
‘Off so soon?’ she asked as she watched Stephano’s hands smooth the blanket he’d thrown over his mount’s back.
His Romany clothing had again been packed away in the trunk he kept in Magda’s caravan. Her half-brother looked every inch the English gentleman once more.
‘Don’t pretend you aren’t delighted to be rid of me.’
‘Why should I be?’ Nadya asked. ‘Your place is here, among people who love you. I know that, even if you seem to have forgotten it.’
Stephano turned, looking directly at her for the first time. ‘I haven’t forgotten.’
‘Then why go? They turned their backs on you, Stephano. All of them. No one here has ever done that.’
‘Unfinished business.’ His attention was deliberately refocused on the task at hand.
‘And you think you can finish it? Your father’s dead. You can’t bring him back to life. Or force his family to accept you.’
He laughed at her suggestion. ‘Is that what you think I want? Acceptance? From them? I’m not that big a fool.’
‘Then what do you want? Revenge? Against whom? Your father’s murderer was hanged. By the Crown. What possible—’
‘Those who helped to bring about his death don’t deserve to prosper.’
Nadya shook her head. ‘You’re going to right the world, to set it spinning anew on its axis so that only the righteous prosper? And you think me naïve.’
‘I think you know nothing about what I’m doing.’
‘I know it takes you away from your people. And that this quest has cost you—both physically and emotionally. It may even be the cause of your headaches.’
‘If your drugs come with the price of meddling in my affairs, I’m afraid I shall have to do without them.’
‘Other than Magda, I’m the only family you have left. Perhaps that means nothing to you, but it means a great deal to me.’
‘Then wish me well in my undertaking.’
‘I would, if I thought this…whatever it is…would make you well.’
For a moment, he seemed to consider the beech trees, golden in the evening sunlight. When he looked down at her again, his face was more relaxed than she’d seen it in months.
‘If it doesn’t, jel’ enedra,’ he said softly, ‘then nothing will.’
Nadya tried to analyze the emotion she heard in his voice. Regret? Or was it despair?
‘What you’re doing is dangerous,’ she warned.
The line of his lips, once so mobile and quick to smile, ticked upward slightly at the corners. ‘Not to me. Or rather,’ he conceded, ‘not only to me.’
‘But since you are the only brother I have, lost to me once and then returned, I don’t want to have you lost again.’
‘Then be at peace, little one. Magda assures me this is the only way I shall ever resolve the things that trouble me.’
‘And you believe her?’ Nadya mocked.
‘You doubt her gifts because your father’s family devalued them.’
‘I doubt her “gifts,” as you call them, because I’ve seen too many fortune-tellers through the years. I’m not a woman of the gadje, willing to be taken in by promises of a meeting with a handsome stranger or of finding untold wealth waiting around the next bend.’
‘Nor am I. Have a little faith, I beg of you.’
‘In you? All you wish. In Magda’s fortunes? I’m not that gullible.’
‘And in Jaelle’s curse against those who brought about my father’s death?’ Stephano asked quietly.
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