Are you okay? I asked as I took her grip and she pulled me up.
Fantabulous! she exclaimed, eyes bright. Hot damn, I love to watch you work!
I had crushed herbs all over my jeans, and I slapped at them to get the flakes off. There was a crowd at the broken window, and traffic had stopped. Jenks dropped to hover behind my mom, making the crazy motion with his finger, and I frowned. My mom had been more than a little off since my dad had died, but I had to admit this nonchalance at a three-demon attack was much easier to take than the clerks noisy hysterics.
Get out! the woman yelled as she pulled herself up. Her eyes were red and her face was swollen. Alice, get out and dont you ever come back! You hear me? Your daughter is a menace! She ought to be locked up and shunned!
My mothers jaw clenched. Shut your mouth, she said hotly. My daughter just saved your butt. She drove off two demons and bound a third while you hid like a prissy girlie-girl who wouldnt know the right end of an amulet if it came out her ass. Color high, she turned with a huff and looped her arm through mine. The plastic bag of charms was in her grip, and it thumped into me lightly. Rachel, were leaving. This is the last time I shop in this pee-stained hole.
Jenks was grinning as he hovered before us. Have I told you lately how much I like you, Mrs. Morgan?
Mompeople can hear you, I said, embarrassed. God! Her mouth was worse than Jenkss. And we couldnt leave. Minias was still standing in my circle.
Heels crunching on the merchandise, my mom dragged me to the door, her head high and her red curls bobbing in the breeze from the busted window. A tired sigh lifted through me at the wail of sirens. Great. Just freaking great. Theyd want to haul me down to the I.S. tower to fill out a report. Demon summoning wasnt illegal, just really stupid, but theyd think of something, probably a bald-faced lie.
The I.S., or Inderland Security, didnt like me. Since having quit their lame-ass worldwide police force last year, Ivy, Jenks, and I had been showing up the Cincinnati division with a pleasant regularity. They werent idiots, but I attracted trouble that just begged me to beat it into submission. It didnt help that the media loved printing stuff about me either, if only to feed peoples animosity and sell papers.
Minias cleared his throat as we approached, and my mother halted in surprise. Clasping his hands innocently before him, the demon smiled. From outside came an increase in conversation at the approaching cruisers. The jitters started, and Jenks slipped between me and my scarf with that paper clip still in his grip. He was shivering, too, but I knew it was from the cold, not fear.
Banish your demon, Rachel, so we can get our coffee, my mother said as if he was a nuisance like fairies in her garden. Its almost six. There will be a line if we dont hurry.
The clerk steadied herself against a counter. I called the I.S.! You cant go. Dont you let them go! she screamed at the watching people, but thankfully none came in. You belong in jail! All of you! Look at my shop. Look at my shop!
Put a cork in it, Patricia! my mother said. You have insurance. Coyly touching her hair, she turned to Minias. Youre nice lookingfor a demon.
Minias blinked, and I sighed at his contriving smile and the bow that made my mom titter like a schoolgirl. The conversations at the broken window shifted, and when I looked at the street and the sound of approaching cruisers, someones camera phone flashed. Oooooh, better and better.
Licking my lips, I turned to Minias. Demon, I demand that you depart I started.
Rachel Mariana Morgan, Minias said, stepping so close to the edge of the barrier that smoke curled up where his robe touched it, youre in danger.
Tell us something we dont know, moss wipe, Jenks muttered from my shoulder.
Im in danger? I said snidely, feeling better now that the demon was behind a circle. Gee, you think? Why is Al out of jail? You told me he was in custody! He attacked me! I shouted, pointing to the destroyed shop. He broke our agreement! What are you going to do about it?
Miniass eye twitched and the barest rasp gave away his slippers scuffing the floor. Someone is summoning him out of confinement. Its in your best interest to help us.
Rache, Jenks complained, its cold and the I.S. is almost here. Get rid of him before they make us fill out paperwork until the sun goes nova.
I rocked back on my heels. Yeah. Like I was going to help a demon? My reputation was bad enough.
Seeing me ready to banish him, Minias shook his head. We cant contain him without your help. He will kill you, and with no one alive to file a complaint, hell get away with it.
A chill ran through me at the certainty in his voice. Worried, I glanced at the people at the window, then looked over the store. Not much was standing. Outside, traffic began to move as the amber and blue lights of an I.S. car started playing over the buildings. My gaze fell on my mom and I cringed. I could usually keep the more lethal aspects of my job from her, but this time
Better listen, she said, shocking the hell out of me, then clacked her heels smartly as she went to intercept the clerks dash to the street.
A bad feeling knotted my stomach. If Al wasnt playing by the rules anymore, hed kill me. Probably after making me watch him murder everyone I loved. It was that simple. Id been living on instinct for the first twenty-five years of my life, and though it had gotten me out of a lot of trouble, it had also gotten me into just as much. And killed my boyfriend. So though every fiber of my body said to banish him, I took a slow breath, listened to my mother, and said, Okay. Talk.
Minias pulled his attention from my mother. A sheet of ever-after cascaded over him, melting the formal yellow robe into a pair of faded jeans, leather belt, boots, and a red silk shirt. My face went cold. It was Kistens favorite outfit, and Minias had probably picked it out of my thoughts like a cookie out of a jar. Damn him.
Kisten. The memory of his body propped up against his bed flashed through me. My jaw trembled, and I clenched my teeth. I knew I had tried to save him. Or maybe he had tried to save me. I just didnt remember it, and guilt slithered across my soul. I had failed him, and Minias was using it. Son of a bitch demon.
Free me, Minias said mockingly as if he knew he was hurting me. Then well talk.
I held my right arm as it throbbed with a phantom pain, remembering. Thats likely, I said bitterly, and the clerk jerked from my mother, her shrill voice hurting my ears.
Minias wasnt fazed, and he looked over his new attire with interest. A pair of modern, mirrored sunglasses misted into existence in his grip, and he placed them on the bridge of his narrow nose with a meticulous care to hide his alien eyes. He sniffed, and I felt sick at how much he looked like any guy on the street. An attractive, university kind of guy, whod fit in on any campus as a grad student, or maybe a teacher still working for tenure. But his bearing was uncaring and slightly supercilious.
The coffee your mother mentioned sounds equitable. I give my word Ill begood.
My mother flicked her attention to the noisy street, and seeing her eyes glinting in approval, I wondered if this was where I got my need to live for the thrill. But I was smarter now, and putting a hand on my hip, I shook my head. My mother was nuts. He was a freaking demon.
The demon glanced over my shoulder at the sound of a car door shutting and a police radio. Have I ever lied to you? he murmured so only I could hear. Do I look like a demon? Tell them Im a witch that was helping you catch Al and I got in the circle by mistake.
My eyes narrowed. He wanted me to lie for him?
Minias leaned so close to the barrier of ever-after that it buzzed a harsh warning. If you dont, Ill give the public what they expect. His eyes went to the people clustered at the window. Proof that you deal in demons ought to do wonders for yoursterling reputation.
Mmmm. There is that.
The door jingled open. With a cry of relief, the clerk shoved my mother away and ran to the two officers. Sobbing, she draped herself over them, effectively preventing them from coming in any farther. I had thirty seconds, tops, and then it would be the I.S. s decision as to what happened with Minias, not mine. No freaking way.
Minias saw my decision and smiled with an infuriating confidence. Demons never lied, but they never seemed to tell the truth either. Id dealt with Minias before, finding that for all his considerable power, he was a novice when dealing with people. He had been babysitting the ever-afters most powerful, insane denizen for the last millennium. But clearly something had changed. And someone was summoning Al out of containment and setting him free to kill me.
Damn. Is it Nick? Stomach caving in, I put a fist to my middle. I knew he had the skill, and we had parted on very bad terms.
Let me out, Minias whispered. Ill hold myself to your definition of right and wrong.
I glanced across the demolished shop. One of the officers managed to disentangle himself when the clerk pointed at us, almost gibbering. Other people in uniform were filing in, and it was getting crowded. Id never get a better verbal contract from Minias than that.
Done, I said, rubbing my foot across the chalk line to break the circle.
Hey! an incoming suit shouted as my bubble went down. The spare young man whipped a thin wand from his belt and pointed it at us. Everybody down!
The clerk screamed and collapsed. From outside came the sound of panic. I jumped in front of Minias, hands up and spread wide. Whoa, whoa, whoa! I cried out. Im Rachel Morgan from Vampiric Charms, Independent Runner Service. Ive got the situation under control. Were cool! Were all cool! Point the wand up!
The tension eased, and in the new calm, my mouth dropped open when I recognized the I.S. officer. You! I accused, then started when Jenks catapulted himself from my shoulder.
Jenks, no! I shouted, and the room reacted. A unified protest rose, and ignoring the calls to halt, I lunged to get in front of the man with the wand before Jenks could pix him and somehow land me with an assault charge.
You sorry-ass hunk of putrid fairy crap! Jenks shouted, darting erratically as I tried to stay between them. Nobody sucker punches me and gets away with it! Nobody!
Easy, Jenks, I soothed, all the while trying to watch both him and Minias. Hes not worth it. Hes not worth it!
My words penetrated and, with his wings clattering aggressively, Jenks accepted my shoulder when I fluffed my scarf and turned to the I.S. officer. I knew my face was as ugly as Jenkss. I hadnt expected to ever see Tom againthough who else would they send out on a call concerning demons but someone from the Arcane Division?
The witch was a mole in the I.S., working one of their most sensitive, highest-paying jobs while simultaneously laboring away as a peon in some fanatical black-arts cult. I knew because he had played messenger boy last year and asked me to join them. Right after he stunned Jenks into unconsciousness and left him to fry on my cars dashboard. What an ass.
Hi, Tom, I said dryly. Hows the wand hanging?
The I.S. officer backed up with his eyes on Jenks. His face reddened when someone laughed at him for being afraid of a four-inch pixy. The truth of it was, he should be. Something that small and winged could be lethal. And Tom knew it.
Morgan, Tom said, nose wrinkled as he breathed in the burnt-amber-tainted air. I am not surprised. Summoning demons in public? His gaze traveled over the trashed store, and a mocking tsk-tsk came from him. This is going to cost you.
My breath quickened when I remembered Minias, and I spun. True to his word, the demon was behaving himself, standing still as every incoming I.S. officer pointed their weapons, both conventional and magic, at him.
My mother made a puff of noise, her high heels clacking as she strode to him. A demon? Are you insane? she said as she tucked our purchases under an arm to take Miniass hand and pat it. I froze in shock. Minias looked even more surprised.
Do you honestly think my daughter is so stupid shed let a demon out of a circle? she continued, her smile bright. In the middle of Cincinnati? Three days before Halloween? Its a costume. This kind man helped my daughter repel the demons and got caught in the crossfire. She beamed up at him, and Minias delicately removed his hand from hers, curling his fingers into a tight fist. Isnt that so, dear?
Minias silently sidestepped away from my mother. I felt a tug on my awareness as something was drawn from the ever-after to this side of the lines, and Minias pulled a wallet from his back pocket.
My papersgentlemen, the demon said, giving me a smirk before he passed Tom what looked like one of those ID holders you see on cop shows.
The clerk slumped against the first officer, wailing. There were two of them in robes and one in a green costume! I think thats the green one there. They trashed the store! They knew her name. That woman is a black witch and everyone knows it! Its been in the papers and the news. Shes a menace! A freak and a menace!
Jenks bristled, but it was my mother who said, Get a grip, Pat. She didnt call them.
But the store! Patricia insisted, her fear turning to anger now that I.S. officers surrounded her. Whos going to pay for this?
Look, I said, feeling Jenks shivering between me and the scarf. My partner is cold sensitive. Can we wrap this up? I havent broken the law as far as I can see.
Tom looked up from reading Miniass ID. He squinted from the picture to Minias, then handed it to someone far older standing behind him with a curt, Pull it.