Still, believing in fate didn’t mean a woman simply stood there and let it run her down. Actions could and would be taken. But she had to think, to sort things out.

What in the goddess’s name was she supposed to do to make things right when she would be bound to a stubborn twit of a woman who consistently denied her power and a scared rabbit on the run who didn’t know she had any?

She closed herself in her office, paced. She rarely turned to magic here. It was her place of business, and she deliberately kept it separate and earthbound. But there were exceptions, she told herself, to every rule.

So thinking, she took her crystal globe from the shelf, set it on her desk. It amused her to see it there, along with her two-line phone and computer. Still, magic respected progress, even if progress didn’t always respect magic.

Laying her hands on either side of the globe, she cleared her mind.

“Show me what I have to see. This island holds the sisters three, and we will shape our destiny. Visions in glass come clear to me. As I will, so mote it be.”

The globe shimmered and swirled. And cleared. In its depths, like figures in water, she saw herself, Nell, and Ripley. A circle formed in the shadows of the woods, and a fire burning. The trees were aflame as well, but with color struck by autumn. Light poured out from a full moon like water shimmering.

A new shadow formed in the trees and became a man. Beautiful and golden with eyes that burned.

The circle broke. Even as Nell ran, the man struck out. She shattered like glass, a thousand pieces scattering. And the skies opened to lightning, blasted with thunder, and all Mia could see in the glass was a torrent of water as the woods, and the island they lived on, tumbled into the sea.

Mia stepped back, planted her hands on her hips. “Isn’t that always the way?” she said in disgust. “A man ruins everything. Well, we’ll see about that.” She put the globe back on the shelf. “We’ll just see about that.”

By the time Nell knocked on her door, Mia was just finishing up some paperwork. “Right on time,” she said as she logged off the computer. “That’s a pretty habit of yours. I need you to fill out these forms.” She gestured to the neat stack on the desk. “I’ve dated them yesterday. How’s the lunch crowd moving?”

“Smoothly enough.” Nell sat. Her palms no longer sweated when she filled out forms. Name, date of birth, Social Security number. Those basic facts and figures were hers. She’d seen to it personally. “Peg dives right in. I made up tomorrow’s menu.”