Half Bad by Sally Green Page A

old. Her Gift is strong, though, very strong. She can control the weather.”
    “But how can she give me blood? She’s not my parent or grandparent.”
    “No, but she is a very astute businesswoman. Ironically, the Council is the source of Mercury’s success. You see, they decided years ago to keep a bank of blood of all White Witches, so that if a child should be orphaned the Council would be able to step in and arrange the Giving ceremony.”
    “And it worked?”
    “Yes, perfectly. The spell is modified, I believe, but the blood is of the parent or grandparent and three gifts are given.”
    “Let me guess . . . Mercury stole some of the blood.” And so she must have some of my mother’s.
    “Well, it isn’t hard to guess that. Any fool could have told the Council that this was bound to happen, and many did. And while they were warning the Council, and the Council was assuring everyone that the blood was secure, Mercury was stealing parts of the store. Never whole bottles, just enough to ensure that if any whet fell into bad books with their parents or the Council they could run to Mercury for help.
    “There are many potions requiring witches’ blood. White Witches go to Mercury when they can’t get help within their own community. Black Witches go to her when they need White Witch blood for a potion. Mercury does not help people for free, but she doesn’t get paid in cash; she gets paid in kind. She exchanges the blood for potions, spells, rare ingredients, magical items . . . You get the idea. She has learned how to make potions and cast spells even though that is not her Gift. She has access to strong magic, and she has grown into a very powerful witch.”
    “And how do I find her?”
    “Oh, I don’t know where she is. Not many people do. But there are a few White Witches who don’t agree with the Council’s methods or for some reason or other have fallen out with them. Mercury uses such people. And one of them I do know.”
    “And I can trust this person?”
    “Yes, you can trust Bob. He has his own reasons for despising the Council. He’s a good friend.”
    We’re silent. I think I can trust Mary, but Mercury doesn’t sound like a good solution to my problems. And I want to see my father.
    I say, “But I think my father—”
    Mary interrupts, “Yes, let’s talk about your father. Of course, I don’t know him at all well, and your gran knows him better than I do.”
    I’m not sure that I heard that right.
    “I take it from that look on your face that she’s never mentioned that.”
    “No! How does Gran know Marcus?”
    “We’ll come to that shortly. First tell me what you know about your father.”
    My head is spinning.
Gran knows Marcus
. That means . . .
    Mary prods me on the arm. “Tell me what you know about Marcus. We’ll get back to your gran soon enough.”
    I hesitate. Gran said never to talk about Marcus, and she never talked about him. But all the time she’s kept this secret from me. . . .
    I say it loud and clear. “Marcus is my father. One of the few Black Witches left in England.”
    I was always afraid to talk about him because the Council might be listening, but now it feels like
he
is listening.
    And then I’m angry at him, and angry at Gran, and I say, “He’s powerful and ruthless. He kills White Witches and takes their Gifts. He mainly kills members of the Council, and Hunters too, and their families. His Gift, the one he didn’t steal from other witches, is that he can turn—transform—into animals. This means he can eat the hearts of witches whose Gifts he wants. He becomes a lion, or something like that, eats their beating hearts and steals their Gifts.”
    I’m breathing heavily.
    “His mother was Saba; she was killed by Clay. Saba killed Clay’s mother, Virginia. Saba struggled with being indoors at night. So do I. And I guess Marcus is the same.
    “I’m good at drawing, and Marcus is too. I’m rubbish at reading, and I guess that’s