"I was trying!"
"And breaking someone's arm by second period? That was your attempt at trying?"
"It was only a dislocated shoulder," I muttered, sounding sullen even to my own ears. "And he was a jerk who purposely hurt this girl I think can help me with the ghost thing."
Mom gave a frustrated sigh, but then what I had said dawned. "What does that mean?"
Briefly, I told her about the Paranormal Management Society and Romy. As soon as I said the words "teenage ghost hunters," she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Damn it. You know if there is a legitimate haunting happening here, they'll probably end up making things worse. Those types of kids always do."
"Yeah," I said, going to sit next to her. "But it's some- thing. If nothing else, maybe they'll have information. Either about Mr. Snyder himself, or who could be haunting the school. Save me the hassle of going to the library."
Mom looked up, and something very close to a smile flickered on her face. "So you'd actually go to a library instead of plugging everything into the Google?"
Now I smiled. "Mom, it's just Google. And yeah, you always said books were the best for research. Even the Internet can't know everything."
"I know I said that; I'm just surprised you listened."
"I do that sometimes," I told her, and she reached out and patted my knee. Then, clearing her throat, she rose to her feet and headed for the door.
"Well, it's a start," she said, her voice slightly gruff. "Probably won't lead to much, but better than nothing. Now, come on. I don't like you spending too much time in here."
Swallowing my disappointment, I stood up, too. I had always been proud of my mom. So she'd never bake cookies, or sew a Halloween costume, but she could fight monsters. She was tough and smart, and maybe she didn't read bedtime stories, but she had taught me to defend myself against the things that lurked under beds.
But in that moment, I didn't want a smart, tough mother who kicked supernatural ass. I wanted to sit on the couch with her and tell her about my crappy day. And maybe about Dex, leaving out the possible magical powers part.
I wanted to tell her that I missed Finley, too.
Instead, I followed her out the door and said, "So, I... I guess I'll go do homework now."
"Right," Mom said with a brusque nod. "And I'll go, uh, clean up the kitchen. See you at six for dinner?"
"Sure," I said, turning to jog up the stairs.
When I was halfway up, Mom called, "Izzy?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm...you're doing good work," she said haltingly. "Other than the dislocated shoulder."
It wasn't exactly "Oh, Izzy, I am so proud of you, and I was wrong to ever give you such lame job."
But I'd take it.
CHAPTER 10
I sat up, confused. I was moving, and overhead, birds were chirping, and the scent of flowers was so heavy in the air, it made me feel a little light-headed. Sunlight sparkled on dark green water. When I threw up my hand to ward off the glare, I saw that once again, I was wearing a ton of rings that I had never owned.
Groaning, I sank back against silken pillows. "Why are we on a boat?"
At the other end of the little rowboat, Torin grinned at me, his long arms pulling the oars. "Thought a change of scenery might be nice."
"You know what would be nice? Not having you invade my dreams with these"-I waved my hand-"whatever this is."
"It's an outing, Isolde. And quite a nice one, too."
Much as I hated that, I couldn't argue. The sun felt good on my face, and there was something undeniably pleasant about drifting down a stream flanked with flower bushes and weeping willows. "Where is this?" I asked. "Someplace you knew?"
Torin abandoned the oars and leaned back, closing his eyes and lifting his face to the sun. "You know the answer."
"Set you free and I'll find out," I muttered.
He nodded, replying, "Even so."
"Since that's not going to happen, any other reason you decided we should row our boat merrily down the stream?"
"You were grinding your teeth as you slept. It was both annoying and concerning, so I thought an outing would do you some good."
"First off, don't watch me sleep, and secondly-"
"Oh, hush," Torin said with no real heat. "Can't you just lie back on your pillows and enjoy this lovely summer's day?"
"It's February, and I am lying back," I reminded him.
"In the outside world," Torin said. "But in here, it can be whatever we want."
That was a dangerous line of thought. Torin was good at this kind of thing; offering dreams and wishes and perfect days. But none of it was real, and none of it was free.
Still, it was nice to feel warm and drowsy in the sunshine, not worrying about Finley or Mom or ghosts or-shudder-high school.
Leaning over the side of the boat, I let my fingers trail in the cool water. It took me a second to realize I didn't have a reflection. Sitting up, I squinted at Torin. "I get the no-mirrors thing, but even water is unreflective?"
"My rules," he said easily.
There was a flash of movement on the far bank, and I lifted my head to see a woman moving along the shore. She was wearing a heavy dress of purple brocade, the sunlight picking up hints of blue in her black hair. "Who's that?"
"Hmm?" Torin turned his head, and seeing the woman, he scowled. "What is she doing here?"
A flick of his wrist, and the woman vanished; but Torin kept scowling. "That's odd. I didn't invite Rowena here." He squinted at me. "Did you?"
"Since I don't even know who Rowena is, no."
Torin turned his gaze back to the spot where she'd been. "Rowena was a member-" He broke off, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "No matter."
I sat there waiting for him to say more, but Torin simply closed his eyes, tilting his face to the sun. I didn't know much about the life he'd lived pre-mirror, and sometimes I wondered if that was for the best. It was too weird to think of Torin as just a normal guy-a normal boy, really-wandering around in the world.
We were quiet for a long time, and I might have dozed off. Was that even possible? Sleeping inside of a dream? With Torin, who knew? Still, I was startled when he suddenly said, "You should just be yourself."