glitter.
âMagda, I have a great deal of respect for you. I always have. But you donât frighten me. Iâve faced barbarian hordes, defied my emperorâs direct commands, courted my own death at the hands of the young man we argue over now. He did his duty and for that Iâm grateful. But Iâm not going to change my mind.â
âMarcus didnât kill you,â Al said. âHe couldnât.â
âOf course he could.â Ashbourne waved his hand dismissively. âHow else would I be standing here before you now? I died on that hill.â
Clare nodded. âYou did. But it was your old buddy Suetonius Paulinus who did the deed.â
Ashbourne stared at Clare in disbelief.
âSheâs telling the truth,â Al said. âPaulinus showed up just as the fireworks started. He seemed more than happy to oblige your request when Marcus couldnât, and he had a very sharp sword. It was gross. Surgical, but gross.â
The archaeologistâs brow was creased in a deep frown.
âThe governor didnât like you very much, I guess,â Al continued. âMarcus, on the other hand, was fond enough of you not to kill you. Think about it.â
âYeah,â Clare said, âthink about it.â
She was becoming anxious to get the heck outta Dodge. They had the coin and didnât need Ashbourneâs blessing. And if he discovered the theft while they were still there, things could get awkward. More awkward. âCâmon, guys. Letâs blow this scene. Iâve had enough Roman stoicism for one day.â Clarespun on her heel and hurried out of the tent with Milo, Al, and Piper close behind.
As Clare went past, Maggie hesitated. She cast a long, disappointed glance at her colleague and old friend, a man sheâd known for such a long timeâand never really known at all. Without another word, Maggie turned and followed her niece out of the tent.
7
T he teen time meddlers headed straight back to Piperâs shop to gather any provisions Clare and Allie might need for this, their last (seriously) shimmer trip. The quartet chattered intently as they walked along Chilkwell Street, plotting and planning and discussing contingencies and potential pitfalls.
âIf youâd like,â Maggie offered a bit reluctantly, âI can go back and talk to Nicholas and see if I canât persuade him to give up the coin so that you canââ
âNot necessary,â Clare said breezily. âAlready got it,â Al confirmed, fishing the little disc out of her pocket and holding it up for Clareâs aunt to see.
Maggieâs jaw dropped. âHow on earth did you do that?â
Clare shrugged. âShimmer-fried the electric lock on Nickyâs safe.â
âOh. Well, that was larcenous of you,â Maggie said dryly.
When they reached the antiquarian shop, Piper pulled an antique brass key ring out of her cargo-pants pocket, unlocked the door, and gestured them all inside. Maggie walked briskly over to the register counter and heaved her briefcase up onto the worn wooden surface. She fished around and withdrew a rumpled paper lunch bag. Whatever was in the bag made a clinking sound as she thrust it toward Clare.
âIâve brought the blood,â she declared.
âYou what?â
âAs per your instructions.â
Call Maggie first tell her to bring blood ⦠Clare remembered that line from the hastily scribbled note sheâd written to herself in Morholtâs book the last time she shimmered back. âYeah,â she sighed. âSee ⦠I actually have NO idea why I said that, or what I meant, orââ
âI do.â Maggie stopped her short. âI know exactly what you meant. Not at first, of course. But I figured it out. Itâs the reason Iâm here and the reason you must go back, Marcus or no Marcus.â
Maggie darted a glance at Piper, and Clare was suddenly reminded