"I never-I didn"t know," Trent almost whispered, clearly upset as his fingers twitched. Stilling his hands, he flicked his gaze to the statue at my elbow. "I"ll give you until the witch conference to resolve the issue of the mark between us," he said suddenly. "If my mark isn"t gone by then, this starts up again."
I swallowed my own anger at Nick for later. "Fair enough," I said, feeling stupid and mad at myself.
Trent"s gaze dropped to the table. "Can I have my statue?"
My breath came in fast. "Oh! Yes," I said, having forgotten about it. Using two fingers, I pushed it across the table. Trent took it, shoving it into a pocket, the tips of his ears reddening.
Settling back, I laced my hands and set them atop the table and looked at Oliver, my anger at Nick still making my features tight and p.i.s.sed. The coven leader was smug, and it irritated me. "I don"t have a statue for you, but I"ve got a pocketful of silence," I said. "How about it? I drop my claim of corruption in the coven, and you drop me completely. Shunning. Death threats. Everything." G.o.d, if I ever get Nick alone, I swear I"m going to give him to Al before whatever demon he"s been summoning takes him. G.o.d, if I ever get Nick alone, I swear I"m going to give him to Al before whatever demon he"s been summoning takes him.
Oliver snickered, thinking that my being stupid gave him the advantage. "Don"t think so. You"re a black witch." Chin high, he crossed his arms over his chest. "I"d rather kill you."
I couldn"t stop my sigh. Trent shifted, clearly wanting to end this so he could start looking for Nick, maybe.
"Oliver," Trent said, and my eyebrows rose in surprise. "What do you hope to gain here? It"s not good business anymore."
He turned to Trent, indignation thick on him. "Good business?" he bl.u.s.tered. "I"m trying to keep the world from knowing witches come from demons, and you"re worried about your career career being ruined by a p.o.r.nographic statue. Why do you even have that?" being ruined by a p.o.r.nographic statue. Why do you even have that?"
"It"s an object of ancient art, and it was in my vault, not my bedroom," Trent said dryly. "If you"re so concerned about your secret, perhaps you should give Ms. Morgan what she wants? Being in favor with someone who can go into the ever-after with impunity might be good."
Do tell? I thought in amazement, using one of Pierce"s favorites. Maybe he"s more ticked at Nick than I thought. I thought in amazement, using one of Pierce"s favorites. Maybe he"s more ticked at Nick than I thought.
"Blackmail!" Oliver stated, pushing back from the table and standing up.
Trent was searching his pockets. "Business. Morgan has a commodity. Silence." Finding a pen, he looked up. "You"re going to have to buy it from her or kill her. Take it from someone who"s tried, even if she is dead, the truth will come out and she"ll bring you down from the grave."
He"s helping me convince Oliver? Are frogs coming from the sun in s.p.a.ceships, too? helping me convince Oliver? Are frogs coming from the sun in s.p.a.ceships, too?
Unable to sit still any longer, I said, "I"m not a bad person, Ollie. I have a cat and a fish, and I don"t kick stray dogs." I do burn the wings from fairies, but d.a.m.n it, they attacked me first. I do burn the wings from fairies, but d.a.m.n it, they attacked me first. "I don"t want the world to know that I"m a stepping-stone to demons or that our beliefs are based on ancient elf propaganda. But I don"t want to live in Alcatraz or the ever-after either. I just want to make a living doing what I do best." "I don"t want the world to know that I"m a stepping-stone to demons or that our beliefs are based on ancient elf propaganda. But I don"t want to live in Alcatraz or the ever-after either. I just want to make a living doing what I do best."
The coven leader turned from the curtained one-way mirror, shaking his head. "Destroying society? I"ve seen what you"ve done to the Weres and the elves."
Trent, who was clearly looking for something to write on, silently gestured at the little slip from the fortune cookie, and I pushed it to him. "I prefer calling it restructuring," I said. "I don"t hear them complaining, but what I meant was, I want to operate my runner business and rescue familiars out of trees. It"s you guys coming at me that makes me do all this weird stuff that gets you in a tizzy."
Clicking his pen closed, Trent tucked it away. "Oliver, she"s a little backward in her methods, but her heart is in the right place. You saw what she did at the square. She could have killed you, but she didn"t. Let this go. I"ll watch her until she gains some finesse."
I turned to Trent. "Excuse me?"
Once more the suave, confident city son, Trent smiled. "If you want to play with the big boys, you"ll need a chaperone. I could"ve spared you a b.l.o.o.d.y nose on the playground at least."
He was talking metaphorically, but I still didn"t like it. "No," I said, looking at the folded strip of paper in his hand, then back at him. "You"re not my frigging mentor. I"ve already got a demon for a teacher in the ever-after. I don"t need another one here. I just want to be left alone."
A strangled cough came from Oliver, and I turned. "You got a problem?" I snapped.
His head was going back and forth as he stood before us. "A demon teacher," he said softly. "It"s just... you"re so casual about it."
"Casual keeps me sane. If I think about it too hard, I"ll go nuts." I set my palm on the table, fingers spread. "Are we doing this, or does Jenks come in here and things get ugly?"
Oliver"s expression was unsure. He eyed Trent, who made a "we"re waiting" gesture. The witch shifted his feet, and I held my breath as he reluctantly sat back down. "How?" he stated, not looking up from his hands resting on the table. "You"ve already implicated us, saying that we"re corrupt. The press isn"t going to forget that."
My heart pounded and my stomach seemed to unknot. It was all I could do to not jump up and scream, "Yes!" I had them. At least I think I had them. "Got it covered," I said.
From across the table, Trent exhaled, tired. "Why am I not surprised?"
I glanced at him, then turned my good mood on Oliver. "We"re going to tell the press that this was a double-blind test of Trent"s security system."
Trent cleared his throat, and my attention shifted to him. "Knowing witches were the biggest security threat, you went to the coven and asked them to send a witch to try to break into your vault and steal a fake statue. If your witch failed, he"d know he was secure, but if your witch succeeded, Trent would give the coven... a million dollars."
The last bit was a sudden inspiration on my part as I tried to find a way to get Oliver interested. As expected, the man"s eyebrows rose, whereas Trent just frowned at Oliver"s greed. A million dollars was nothing to Trent.
"You, being smart," I said to Oliver, fluffing his ego, "knew that black witches were the bigger threat. Going all out, you decided to drum up a false charge and get me shunned in order to encourage me to use the strongest means available to see if I could break in. Black magic. And now that I"ve proved I can, you can rescind the shunning."
Both men were silent. A pang of worry lifted through me. Maybe I"d misjudged Oliver"s greed. "Uh, maybe the reward was two million," I added, and Trent blinked.
Beside him, Oliver said, "You want us to lie for you."
I had a brief memory of asking Minias the same thing, and I shoved it away. "Yeah," I said with forced casualness. "But it"s not hurting anyone"s reputation, property, or business. It"s a big, freaking white lie, the same one we"ve been telling ourselves for the last five thousand years. Is that okay with you, or do you tell your wife she looks fat in her favorite dress, too?"
The man made a soft noise of negation, but Trent"s nod was even more positive. "What about Brooke?" Oliver asked, and my mood was tarnished.
Eyes down, I said, "I can"t get her back. She was sold three seconds after hitting the ever-after. I"m sorry. I really did try, but she did summon him."
"I can"t do this!" Oliver said, unable to let it go, and Trent seemed to collapse in on himself in exasperation. "I can"t allow it! Reverse her shunning? Let her run around capable of twisting curses and setting demons loose on the world? It"s insane!"
"Oliver!" I shouted, seeing Jenks"s wings silhouetted against the thick gla.s.s in the door. He was hearing all of this, I was sure. "I"m not a black witch. I just twist curses instead of stirring spells. There are a hundred mundane ways to kill a person, and you dont dont put people in jail just because they put people in jail just because they could could do a crime." He was listening, and I gestured, pleading, "You"re going to have to trust me. But if you think I"m bad now, just keep this c.r.a.p up. I don"t have to stay here. If you make me leave, you can bet I"ll be back, and I"ll still be p.i.s.sed." do a crime." He was listening, and I gestured, pleading, "You"re going to have to trust me. But if you think I"m bad now, just keep this c.r.a.p up. I don"t have to stay here. If you make me leave, you can bet I"ll be back, and I"ll still be p.i.s.sed."
Oliver leaned over the table, not cowed at all. "We can find you anywhere."
"Yeah, but you can"t follow follow me everywhere," I said, and a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. me everywhere," I said, and a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.
"Find a way to work the deal, Oliver," Trent said. "You"re letting pride get in your way. She keeps her word. I doubt that Ms. Morgan will have children anyway. If she does, they will be kidnapped by demons. Not your problem anymore."
It was sad but true. Watching Oliver, I held my breath and scooted to the back of my chair, waiting as thoughts flitted across his face. I thought he was almost going to say yes, but what came out of his mouth was a flat "I can"t."
Trent sighed, and Oliver turned to him. "I can"t!" he said louder. "I am one of six, and I"m not going to sit here and tell you I can grant you a pardon when I can"t. You"re going to have to stand before the coven and beg for leniency."
"What?" I yelped, sitting up fast.
"On your knees," he said, finding his courage as mine evaporated. "Even if I go out and give the press that c.o.c.k-and-bull story, the coven will know the truth, and the fact remains that you performed black magic and you consort with demons."
"That"s not fair!" I said, infuriated.
"If you want your shunning removed, that"s what you"re going to have to do. You don"t think we can simply let you admit you did black magic, then let you walk because we say it was a test? No. You re going to have to beg for our pardon."
I inhaled deeply to let him have it, then hesitated. Slowly my breath slipped out. "Fine," I said sullenly. "I"ll come to the next witches" meeting, but I"m not going to get on my knees. I"ll say I"m sorry, and you can wave your wand and say I"m really a good witch. Shunning rescinded. Okay? But until then, you back off or these papers get filed."
Oliver smiled in a not-nice way, and I wondered if they would kill me between now and then. "Double-blind study?" he said and I quivered. "Will they really go for that?"
The air shook in my lungs. "Oh, yeah. The news loves making me look like a fool."
I jerked as Trent stood up, his chair loud against the tile. His hand was out, extended to me. Slowly I stood and took it. His hand was cool, fitting nicely in mine with the perfect amount of pressure. "Congratulations, Ms. Morgan," he said, his voice rising and falling like water, not a hint of anything but honest pleasure. "Come and see me before the annual meeting. I"d like to talk to you when you have a moment."
There was a strip of paper in my hand when he pulled away, and I palmed it. "I"d like that, Mr. Kalamack." Maybe he had some idea of where Nick had gone.
Oliver had stood as well, but his hands were behind his back. "You"re really going to go out there and say it was all a test of your security system?"
"That"s exactly what I"m going to do, Oliver. And if you were smart, you"d back off and give her everything she wants." Smiling c.o.c.kily, Trent inclined his head to me. "Good evening, Ms. Morgan."
My lips curved up, but inside I was shaking. Yd done it. Yd done it. Holy c.r.a.p on toast. I wish they"d hurry up and leave. I was going to pa.s.s out. Trent opened the door, and the sounds of the FIB spilled in to replace him. Holy c.r.a.p on toast. I wish they"d hurry up and leave. I was going to pa.s.s out. Trent opened the door, and the sounds of the FIB spilled in to replace him.
"See you around, Trent," I whispered, falling back in my chair. My attention dropped to the little slip of paper. "See you tonight... ," I murmured, reading, TONIGHT. STABLES. WEAR YOUR BOOTS.
Jenks buzzed in, and I crumpled it.
The slamming of my mom"s car door was loud, echoing in the moist, sunset-gloomed air from the distant forest. My gaze lifted across the pastures, and I pulled my jacket tighter around my shoulders. The dogs on the hill were silent, and I shivered when I realized they weren"t in their kennel.
Okay, I didn"t have a valid driver"s license anymore, but no one had stopped me, and I wasn"t about to ask Ivy to drive me out here to Trent"s stables. It had been hard enough slipping out of the church without Jenks knowing. Trent"s note hadn"t said to come alone, but the fact that he"d written it down, not said it where Jenks could hear, was telling.
Arms swinging, I walked silently across the sawdust parking lot to the stables. Ivy would say I was a fool for coming out here. Jenks would have a fit. Pierce... I smiled as I fingered the contraception amulet around my neck in case shifting twice in quick succession hadn"t prevented pregnancy. Pierce would have wanted to come with me, and he had a grudge against the man. I was trying to see Trent as an adult, and for some reason, it was easier now that I remembered him as a kid.
Hoping I wasn"t being more of an idiot than Ivy would say I was, I pushed open the stable"s door. The scent of clean hay and oiled leather spilled out, and my shoulders relaxed. I couldn"t help but wonder what Trent wanted. Band together to get Nick, maybe?
"h.e.l.lo?" I called, seeing the stables dim but for the usual security lights.
"Back here," Trent"s voice rose softly, and my gaze shifted to midway down the long stables where a lanternlike flashlight hung in the aisle.
We"re alone? I could tell just from his voice that we were. Unsure, I stepped inside and shut the door. The air in here was warm, a sharp contrast to the cool, damp air rising into fog in the pastures. My boots clunked as I walked past the empty stalls, and I felt a flush of embarra.s.sment when I found Trent in with Tulpa over the trapdoor to his tunnel. He was brushing the horse down, and Tulpa shuffled forward, hanging his head over the side and shoving me. "Hey, big guy," I said, rubbing his neck in self-defense, almost. I could tell just from his voice that we were. Unsure, I stepped inside and shut the door. The air in here was warm, a sharp contrast to the cool, damp air rising into fog in the pastures. My boots clunked as I walked past the empty stalls, and I felt a flush of embarra.s.sment when I found Trent in with Tulpa over the trapdoor to his tunnel. He was brushing the horse down, and Tulpa shuffled forward, hanging his head over the side and shoving me. "Hey, big guy," I said, rubbing his neck in self-defense, almost.
Trent straightened, watching me. His eyes were dark in the dim light, and he looked really, really good in his English riding outfit, the trousers tucked in his boots and a cap on his fair hair. "He likes you," he said, watching Tulpa nose me.
"He always has." Smiling, I stepped out of the horse"s reach.
Trent took the horse"s bridle, and seeing him angle to the gate, I opened it up. "Got your boots on, I see," he said cryptically, and I looked at them, seeing their newness.
"That"s what you said." Why was I out here? Did he want to go for a ride? Take me out to the woods and shoot me? Oh G.o.d. Where are the dogs? Oh G.o.d. Where are the dogs?
Trent tied Tulpa to a post beside a rack of saddles. "You probably don"t know how to ride English, do you?" he asked, and when I didn"t answer, he turned to find me in the middle of the aisle, my face cold.
"We"ve got western," he said, and I backed up a step.
"I"m not going riding with you," I said, unwrapping my arms so I could move.
"Why?" he asked lightly. "I know you"re not afraid of horses." "I"m not going riding with you!" I shouted, and Tulpa tossed his head. "Your dogs are out of their kennel!" Oh G.o.d. I had to get out of here.
I spun, striding away. "Rachel."
"Nice try, Trent," I said, feeling for my keys. "Rachel."
He touched me, and I turned, finding him three feet back, his hands raised in placation. d.a.m.n, he was fast. "I"m not going to let you get me on a horse so you can lure me into the woods and hunt me like an animal!" I shouted, not caring if I sounded scared. I was.
"No," he said, voice calm. "That"s not what this is about."
Shaking, I forced my arms from around myself. "What is it then?"
Trent sighed, shifting his weight to one foot. "It"s the new moon," he said. "You"re late. Ceri and Quen are already out there. I was waiting for you."
I tossed my hair, my stomach clenching. "For what?" "To ride, of course."
I exhaled, shaking. "What makes you think I want to ride down a fox and watch dogs tear it apart? I"ve been on the other end of this game, Trent, and it"s-"
"It"s not a fox," Trent said grimly, crossing the aisle and getting out a second, brown horse with a beautiful black mane and tail. "I thought you might want to take part. Seeing as, well..." He hesitated, the horse snuffling behind him. "I will not be crossed, Rachel. I want to count you as... well, not a friend, exactly. Maybe a business a.s.sociate. And a hunt is one way to cement ties."
"What are you hunting?" I asked, scared for an entirely different reason. "Trent? Answer me."
Trent led the brown horse past me, her hooves clopping on the old wood. "It"s not a what, it"s a who."
Oh. My. G.o.d. "Nick?" I said, eyes wide.
Jerking, Trent seemed to rea.s.sess his thoughts. "No. He vanished right out of a very secure cell. Jumped a line is our best guess." He looked at me questioningly. "I take it you didn"t pull him out?"
I shook my head, arms around myself as I thought that through. "How long have you known I can shift realities with a ley line?" I asked.
Trent grimaced, appearing embarra.s.sed. "I"ve been trying to get into my father"s vault since he died, Rachel," he said, the rims of his ears going red. "I didn"t even know I could do it until Nick suggested you could."
Oh, that was d.a.m.n peachy keen, and I couldn"t help but wonder who Nick had been taking to. Minias? Newt? Both of them knew my history. Dali? G.o.d, I hoped not.
My head turned and a shudder pa.s.sed through me as I heard a distant horn. Heart pounding, I paced to where Trent was calmly saddling the brown mare with a western saddle. "Who is out there?" I asked, and when his jaw clenched, I breathed, "Jonathan."
The man gave me a sideways look, fingers never stilling as he cinched the girth. Still not answering me, Trent handed me the reins, then untied his horse and led it to the second, much larger door that opened up onto the paddock. I stood there, thinking. "Tell me that"s not Jonathan," I called after him.
"I"m telling you it"s not Jonathan!" he shouted back, then stopped in the doorway. "If you don"t want to ride the Hunt, we can go over the pastures, but it"s a new moon, and I"m getting on a horse."
I remembered his anger in the FIB interrogation room when he told me Jonathan had used Trent"s work to try to kill me. I didn"t believe him. Slowly I tightened my grip. My feet moved, and the horse-I didn"t even know her name-followed me with eager steps. But when I reached the opening, I paused.
Trent sat bareback atop Tulpa, looking like he belonged there. The sun had gone down behind him, making the still-bright sky pink and blue. Fog was rising from the damp hills, and I breathed it in, feeling the cool all the way to the bottom of my lungs. According to my dad, to ride with elves meant abandoning your life, to possibly become lost forever. The faint baying of the hounds p.r.i.c.ked the horses" ears, and Tulpa stomped impatiently. A shiver went through me.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, scared.
Trent pulled Tulpa back, the move easy and full of grace. He was different on horseback, wild, dangerous. I thought of his demon mark tied to me, just under his shirt. A thread of antic.i.p.ation pulled through me. I wanted to ride.
"Some of it was Lee," he said. "He told me what happened, what you did, how you handled yourself afterward. Some of it was that d.a.m.ned hoof pick, believe it or not."
I couldn"t help the smile quirking the corners of my mouth.
"But most of it," Trent added, "is because of my father."
My smile faded as I remembered the Pandora charm.