"It makes you stick out," I said, starting to get peeved.
"It"s powerfully disrespectful," he muttered, shaking his hand when his coffee spilled, squeezed from the cup when he took the lid off.
My eyes were on the bright sun on the street. "It"s a rougher time, Pierce." Which I thought was weird. With all the conveniences and clean simplicity we lived in, people had lost a lot of polish. Sighing, I gazed up at the ceiling, glad no one had noticed Pierce changing. Few knew that the witch named Tom Bansen had been killed by a banshee and reanimated by Al to hold Pierce"s soul only moments after Tom"s last heartbeat. It was black magic in the extreme, and probably why Pierce"s aura was now blacker than mine-among other things.
"Has Ms. Tamwood sent word?" Pierce asked intently, a weird mix of Tom and Pierce.
Another swallow of coffee, and the caffeine started to take hold. The cup warmed my hands, and I set it down. "No. I hope everything"s okay. I"m about ready to leave her a voice message. Something doesn"t feel right." Something more than you next to me instead ofjenks. Something more than you next to me instead ofjenks.
Pierce ran a hand under his hat to get his hair out of his eyes. "I"m sorry for you having to leave your diggings, but it"s not safe, Rachel. The coven-"
"Yes, I know," I said angrily. The church had always been my safe haven, and it bothered me that it was now a place of danger. It bothered me a lot.
Leaning back, Pierce crossed his arms over his chest. "A body might begin to suspect that you don"t like me. I"m only trying to see you safe."
His eyes were narrowed, and I sighed. "Pierce... ," I started, and he looked away. Save me from the tender male ego. Save me from the tender male ego. "Can you put yourself in my shoes for a minute?" I asked, unable to keep the bitterness from my voice. "Wouldn"t you be the smallest bit upset if an entire society told you that you weren"t able to take care of yourself? And then your babysitter told you to leave the security that you spent a year making? That it wasn"t adequate?" "Can you put yourself in my shoes for a minute?" I asked, unable to keep the bitterness from my voice. "Wouldn"t you be the smallest bit upset if an entire society told you that you weren"t able to take care of yourself? And then your babysitter told you to leave the security that you spent a year making? That it wasn"t adequate?"
"You think I"m a babysitter?" he said, clearly annoyed.
"And then you realize he"s right?" I continued. "And if he"s right about that, then maybe the rest of them are right, too, and you aren"t able to take care of yourself at all?"
His eyes flicked back to mine, and his expression eased. "I"m not your babysitter."
My shoulders slumped, and I pushed my coffee away. "I don"t know if I could have handled Vivian today," I said, depressed. "She"s using white magic, and she"s making it deadly and totally legal. Ivy and I managed at the grocery store, but some of that was luck." I flicked my gaze up, my heart clenching at the sorrow in his eyes. "You saved my b.u.t.t. Saved Ivy." Taking a deep breath, I looked at him. "I can"t thank you enough for that. I appreciate everything you did, but I don"t want to be someone who needs help all the time."
I couldn"t stand to look at him anymore, and my thoughts returned to the black Latin falling from him. Black magic had driven Vivian away, not me. Maybe I did need a babysitter.
Pierce resettled himself. "Al sent me to protect you," he said gruffly.
My head came up. His blue eyes were vivid as he looked at me as if he was trying to decide to say more. Past Tom"s narrow face, I could see Pierce"s determination, his soft confusion as he tried to fit in a world that had raced past him, and his frustration that he wasn"t enough. "Is that why you stayed?" I asked. "You could have left."
"No."
My head hurt, and I looked away, but something inside me had felt the weight behind that one word. He had stayed, yes, but he used black magic with no shame, no reluctance. What was I doing here with him? This was a mistake, but what else could I do?
Chest tight, I looked over the coffeehouse noisy with conversation, only to jump when Jenks"s phone rang. Ivy, Ivy, I thought, then realized it was playing "Ave Maria." Maybe it was Matalina? When I flipped the lid, the name WARM FUZZY came up. Unsure, I tossed my hair from my face and thumbed the connection open. "h.e.l.lo?" I thought, then realized it was playing "Ave Maria." Maybe it was Matalina? When I flipped the lid, the name WARM FUZZY came up. Unsure, I tossed my hair from my face and thumbed the connection open. "h.e.l.lo?"
"Hi, Rachel." Ivy"s voice came clearly. "Don"t tell me where you are. Are you okay?"
I blinked in surprise at Jenks"s nickname for the vampire, then felt a ping of worry as I got her message that the phone might be compromised. "So far," I said, looking past Pierce to scan the tables to see ordinary people doing ordinary things. My hair started to p.r.i.c.kle, as if we were being watched. "How"s the arm?"
"Broken," she said simply. "By tomorrow, the cast will be hard enough to break heads." I went to say something, and she blurted out, "Rachel, I"m sorry. You can"t go to Rynn"s. I"m so angry I could rip someone"s throat open."
Pierce frowned, and the feeling of a storm gathering tightened. "Why not?" I asked.
"He got a call from Brooke," she said sourly.
Slowly my shoulders fell. c.r.a.p on toast. c.r.a.p on toast.
"The coven knows you have connections to him, and they asked him to turn you in."
"Nice," I whispered, and Pierce leaned closer, though I knew he had a spell to hear at any distance.
"Rynn isn"t happy either," she finished tersely. "He"s not going to turn you in, but if you show up on his doorstep, he can"t fall back on plausible deniability. I"m sorry. They"ve got him by the short hairs. He can"t risk the coven turning against him. He uses witch magic as much as any dead vampire. If you can take care of this without him, he"ll back you, but if you show up, he has to hand you over. You want to meet somewhere?"
My hand went to my head, and I stared at the table. "No. I"m okay," I said softly. "Do you have David"s number?"
"Uh," she said, hesitating.
I exhaled softly. "I"m not"calling David, am I."
"He"s in Wyoming," Ivy said, apologetic. "The Were muckety-mucks pulled your alpha position into doubt, and he had to go and file the paperwork in person."
I glanced at Pierce, startled to see Tom. Never mess with a witch. Never. They fight with magic Never mess with a witch. Never. They fight with magic and and red tape. red tape. David was probably upset, seeing as it was the new moon and he"d be at his personal ebb. The coven played hardball, chipping away at my support so I had nowhere to go. "So what do I have?" I asked, my caffeine rush not enough to keep me feeling good. David was probably upset, seeing as it was the new moon and he"d be at his personal ebb. The coven played hardball, chipping away at my support so I had nowhere to go. "So what do I have?" I asked, my caffeine rush not enough to keep me feeling good.
"l.u.s.t whoever"s with you. Meet me at Sharp"s digs?"
She hadn"t said Pierce, which meant she didn"t like him or she really thought our conversation wasn"t private. Sharp"s digs had to be Eden Park"s Twin Lakes Bridge, and I shook my head even though she couldn"t see me. "No," I said, glancing at Pierce. "I"m fine, and I need you where I can fall back on you. Okay? And tell Jenks I"m sorry."
She was silent, and my eyes fell from Pierce. I could do worse than be on the run with a black-magic pract.i.tioner on loan from a demon. Rachel, you really can pick them. Rachel, you really can pick them. "Urn, if I don"t call about three hours after sunset, will you call me?" I meant summon, and she knew it. "Urn, if I don"t call about three hours after sunset, will you call me?" I meant summon, and she knew it.
"How?" Ivy said, worry thick in her gray-silk voice. "I don"t know how to do a summons. You want me to storm Trent"s compound for Ceri or search the city for Keasley?"
"Don"t do that," I said quickly. Keasley had vanished shortly after I"d found out who he was, and I didn"t want to blow his cover. Going to Ceri would only give Trent the chance to wave his offer at me again, and I might be desperate enough to take it. Son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h elf. I didn"t know any black witches who were still alive and out of jail. Except Lee, currently running Cincy"s gambling cartel. I"d bet Pierce knew how to summon a demon, though.
My eyes shifted to his, and he reached for my free hand, cradling my bruised skin as if afraid to hurt me. "I won"t allow them to take you again, but if they do, I"ll follow you through h.e.l.l. And if you should slip my grasp, I will summon you home."
Depressed, I pulled my hand from Pierce. A faint tingling seemed to slide from me, stretching between us until it broke with a snap that back-lashed to warm me. I shivered even as I stared at him. It hadn"t been our chis naturally balancing out. It had been something else.
"Rachel, what do you want me to do?" Ivy asked, interrupting my thoughts.
Uneasy, my thoughts went to Ralph, sitting in the Alcatraz dining hall, showing me his lobotomy scar. From there, they went to my mom, two thousand miles away, but a mere jump from San Francisco. "If I"m in trouble, call my mom, okay?" I said, jaw clenching. "Tell her Al"s summoning name. Tell her to be careful because it might be Al who shows up, not me."
"Rachel."
Her voice was worried, and the coffee churned in my gut. "I know," I whispered. "This feels wrong."
Her sigh was soft. "Take it slow. Be smart."
"You, too." Unable to bring myself to say good-bye, I hung up. Five minutes, eighteen seconds, Five minutes, eighteen seconds, I thought as I looked at the tiny screen. How could my life shift so much so fast? I thought as I looked at the tiny screen. How could my life shift so much so fast?
"It will be okay," Pierce said, and I eyed him sourly, not sharing his enthusiasm.
"I feel weird," I said as I looked at the ceiling and the turning fan. "Empty, like I"m under a spotlight. I need to get some sleep."
"It"s because you"ve been dislodged from your diggings, your friends cut out," Pierce said. "I meant it when I said I will follow you if you"re summoned. I"ll follow at full chisel, should even h.e.l.l"s dogs be at my heels."
He wasn"t helping, but when I met his gaze, my words faltered. His eyes were the same, once I got past Tom"s shorter lashes. My heart pounded, and I felt a quiver in me. I went to speak, and his smooth fingers touched mine, silencing me. I remembered him silhouetted in my front door, black magic still flickering at his fingertips, and then the miserable nights I"d fallen asleep clutching my pillow, aching for Kisten. s.h.i.t. I didn"t want to do do this again: I wouldn"t. this again: I wouldn"t.
"We need to talk, Pierce," I said, and his fingers slipped away.
The chimes above the door jingled. Pierce looked toward them, and my gaze followed his when his expression went to one of surprise. My heart pounded, and I stifled the urge to run. The heavy-magic detection amulet was glaring a bright red, and a tingle came from my pocket where I"d stashed my own version. It was Vivian, pushing ahead of her a small but perfectly proportioned woman with a bright green spring hat and six-inch boots, looking eighteen fresh with snappy green eyes and a saucy step.
"c.r.a.p," I whispered, and Pierce shifted to hide behind his paper cup.
"The strumpet has a new accomplice," Pierce whispered, eyes alight with the need to act. "We should"ve abandoned your mother"s, uh, car elsewhere."
"I don"t think the car gave us away," I said, hiding behind the advertis.e.m.e.nt for ordering bunny cakes for Easter. There were too many people in here. "We need to leave."
"She won"t recognize us under our charms. Maybe it"s of no circ.u.mstance."
I glanced over the innocent, unaware people as Vivian limped forward, my muscles slowly tightening. "All the charms in the world won"t hide us if she"s got a leprechaun."
Pierce choked, and adrenaline surged as I worried that his coughing would attract their attention. "A leprechaun?" he finally managed, hat down over his face. "One of the wee folk? Walking the streets? There with her?"
I nodded, my heart sinking. d.a.m.n, the coven had deep pockets, because Td bet every last one of Ivy"s dollars sitting at the bottom of my bag that buying a wish was how Vivian found us. Even worse, I think I recognized the small woman.
Licking my lips, I grabbed my bag. "We"re leaving through the kitchen," I said softly, but the soft snick of a safety going off made me freeze. Halfway to a stand, I looked up to find a dirty white cashmere coat between us and the door and Vivian smiling wickedly, one hand in her softly bulging pocket. Her hair was no longer slicked back but plain and straight, and her forehead had a new bruise. There was a rash on her neck that looked itchy. She"d been pixed.
Behind her, the leprechaun made a bunny-eared kiss-kiss at me. "There you be," she said, popping her green gum.
"Give me the bag," Vivian said tightly, her hand open but not extended for me to grab and do some damage. "Slowly."
Grimacing, I handed it to her and sank back down at the table.
"Good decision, Morgan." Vivian pa.s.sed it to the leprechaun, then tossed two plastic-coated bands of charmed silver onto the table. "Make another one."
Pierce was still standing, his jaw clenched and a dangerous look in his eyes. Fear hit me-fear not for me, but for everyone else. He was way too free with the black magic. d.a.m.n it, couldn"t we have had a standoff somewhere other than Junior"s for once?
"Sit," Vivian said lightly, looking at Pierce. "Or I shoot her. With a bullet. Right in her gut. She"ll be dead in twenty minutes. Understand?"
A faint sound of pixy wings rasped against my ear, the very familiarity of it catching my attention over the loud conversation. Jenks? Jenks? My attention darted past Vivian to the front, and my breath caught. Nick was in the corner behind a My attention darted past Vivian to the front, and my breath caught. Nick was in the corner behind a New York Times. New York Times. Our eyes met, and he winked. Jax was with him, waving enthusiastically and dusting an excited silver. Eyes wide, I pulled Pierce down into his chair. Our eyes met, and he winked. Jax was with him, waving enthusiastically and dusting an excited silver. Eyes wide, I pulled Pierce down into his chair. What is Nick doing here? What is Nick doing here?
"Put them on," Vivian said as she stood over us, and I fingered the zip strip. I was really tired of these things. I could do something stupid and try to get it on Vivian instead of me, but I threaded my hand through the circle and ratcheted it closed. Ley lines weren"t my forte, anyway. Lucky for me, my amulets still worked, and I retained the old lady look and the pain relief.
Pierce glared up at Vivian. I could feel him tensing, feel his chi beside mine glowing with ley-line power. If he put the strip on, he would be magically helpless. If he didn"t, Vivian would shoot me. "Put it on," I said softly, and Pierce"s eyes pinched at the corners.
"Rachel-," he almost growled.
"Listen to her, Tom," Vivian said, and my breath caught. She thought Pierce was Tom?
Pierce, too, realized the power behind the understandable mistake. His motions rough, he put the loop over his wrist and tightened it.
The tension visibly left Vivian. "Better," she said. "I"ll get a bonus for bringing you in, Bansen. Where have you been the last couple of months?"
Dead, I thought, eyes on my bag as my mind went first to the money, then my splat gun, and finally the scrying mirror I"d brought so I could talk Al into giving me my summoning name back. Might be hard to explain that last one. I thought, eyes on my bag as my mind went first to the money, then my splat gun, and finally the scrying mirror I"d brought so I could talk Al into giving me my summoning name back. Might be hard to explain that last one.
"I"m surprised to see you with her," her," she continued, almost c.o.c.ky now that she was the only one who could tap a ley line. "Politics makes strange bedfellows, huh?" she continued, almost c.o.c.ky now that she was the only one who could tap a ley line. "Politics makes strange bedfellows, huh?"
Pierce stayed silent, knowing his speech would give him away, but the leprechaun was eying him as if she knew. Vivian a.s.sessed Pierce"s silence, then glanced around the coffeehouse before pulling out the last chair and sitting down.
Behind her, the leprechaun huffed for being ignored. "How about a wee coffee?" she said, standing with my bag tantalizingly close. The charms in my splat gun"s hopper wouldn"t care if I couldn"t tap a line or not.
"I"m not your date," Vivian said, noting where my eyes were. "Get your own coffee."
"I dunna carry cash," she said, her small features bunched up, and she gracefully clambered up onto the nearest chair with a little hop, setting my bag well out of my reach.
"You just love digging holes, don"t you," Vivian said to me as she leaned back, her hand finally coming out of her pocket to scratch at the welts on her neck. "The first sign of trouble, and you go to another shunned demon summoner. Smart, Rachel. Really smart. You"re lucky he didn"t turn you in himself. Word is, Tom knows your summoning name, too."
Pierce"s expression didn"t shift as he sat like a stone across from Vivian. "It would be wise for you to walk away, witch," he said, his words slow as he chose them carefully to try to sound like everyone else. "You will be beaten soundly."
Vivian looked at him curiously, but seemed utterly unworried. "Not even a circle stops a bullet at this range," she said confidently as she tugged a slim phone from an inner pocket and flipped it open. G.o.d, the thing was as thin as a credit card. "Come quietly, or you"ll be in Alcatraz for so long that you won"t be able to craft a love charm by the time you get out."
My face burned at what they were doing. They had no right.
Nick was at the counter ordering and flirting with one of the clerks. He was here to help, wasn"t he? The leprechaun was watching me when my eyes came back, and I dropped my gaze, resolving to not look at Nick again.
"Give me my coin," she said to Vivian, still eying me. "I need it to get paid."
I made a sour face and said, "You bought a wish to find me? I"m flattered."
"I"ll give you the coin when I"m done," Vivian said, rubbing her welts.
"I want a coffee, then," she demanded.
Vivian"s face darkened. "Can it wait a moment?" she snapped. "I"m on the phone."
The leprechaun sneered at her, then turned to smile at me. "I be liking your hair the other way," she said, clearly recognizing me. "Hey, isn"t this the same place-"
"Yeah," I interrupted her, then shouted, "Mark, when you have a chance, can we have a tall latte over here?" Mark raised his hand in acknowledgment, and I smiled. "There"s some money in the bottom of the bag. Help yourself. My treat."
Vivian stretched between the tables to s.n.a.t.c.h the bag from the leprechaun even as she continued to talk to someone in soft tones. Her eyes widened at the stash, and I wasn"t surprised when both the cash and my splat gun went into her pocket. Son of a b.i.t.c.h. Son of a b.i.t.c.h.
The leprechaun frowned as she fingered the five Vivian had left her. "So how did the wishes go?" she asked me as we waited.
I lifted a shoulder and let it fall. "I gave two away. I"m still digging myself out of the one I used."
She snorted. "Aye, it"s a good thing you you didn"t spend them all. People have been known to die from too many wishes." didn"t spend them all. People have been known to die from too many wishes."
"You know one of the wee folk?" Pierce said, the awe in his voice making her beam.
"I let her go for the wish I used to get out of my I.S. contract," I admitted.
Pierce stared at me, aghast. "You accepted a wish from a felon leprechaun?" he asked, making my face warm and the leprechaun frown.
"It isn"t like she"s an ax murderer," I said. "Besides, the I.S. wanted me to leave." Jeez, look who was talking, Mr. Black Magic. Jeez, look who was talking, Mr. Black Magic.
Pierce lapsed into a pensive silence, and Mark came forward, handing the leprechaun her coffee and looking at me as if trying to figure out how I knew his name. She needed to use two hands to manage it, but her smile was honest enough as she took it, giving him the five and telling him to keep the change.