The Witch With No Name
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My hand glowed with my power held in check, and I slowly spun to Mica. Fine. We could get the hard part over with first.
That is enough! Newt said as she stood, and the laughter slowly ebbed.
Trent came forward to join me, and I dropped my circle, loving his grace and bound angerand that he was strong enough to stand beside me when my life got ugly. My God, he looked good, his feet barely seeming to touch the floor, and the tips of his hair floated, waving before his brilliant green eyes.
That could have been a mistake, he warned Mica as he stood a little in front of me, his voice having a singsong cadence and holding an unsaid threat. Dont do that again.
Adrenaline seemed to rake over my skin as Al stood as well. You had my help bringing KuSox down, he growled. I dont stand with you anymore.
I edged past Trent, trying to get to Al before he jumped out. I knew him, and I knew the signs. He was leaving. Running away again.
Fine, I snapped, and someone from the back laughed. Run off so they can kill me without you watching. But put a playroom in your new mansion, Al, because if Trent and I die, you get Lucy.
Dalis head jerked up, and I swear I heard Jenkss dust sizzle, on fire. He what? Jenks shouted, but I was staring at Al, reading his shock. He wasnt going to jump out now, and thats all that mattered.
Mother pus bucket . . . , the demon said, his blocky face pale as he looked from me to Trent and back again. His cheeks flashed red at a laugh. I will not be responsible for elf brats!
Trents presence edged in beside mine again, and it was all I could do to not take his hand, but big bad-ass runners facing down a coffee shop full of demons do not hold hands. I had the papers drawn up six months ago, Trent said, and Jenks hit the table, his wings unmoving. If Rachel and I die, Lucy goes to you. Youll hold the elven future, Al.
Oh my God, Newt breathed, and Jenks made it back into the air, his bright silver dust falling from him like stardust.
I will not! Al bellowed as he spun and fussed, but I could tell he was flattered. The demon was dying inside that someoneanyonetrusted their children to him. I blinked fast, wanting to give him a hug, but bad-ass runners didnt do that either.
Itd be easier just to let both of us live, I said, but only Al, Dali, and Newt heard me over the caterwauling of laughter. And if you kill just one of us, you wont survive the revenge of the other. I promise you that.
Al was speechless, a hand on the table as he tried to understand.
Newt gave a long, meaningful stare to Dali, and when he shrugged, she slipped out from the booth. Gentlemen? she said softly, then shouted it, Gentlemen!
Slowly they quieted. Trent and I backed to the middle of the room. There had to be at least fifty demons in here, and I heard the cooling click on. It didnt smell as bad as I thought it would.
Gentlemen, Newt said a third time as she smoothed her robes. I propose we take the time until sunrise to weigh Rachels proposal.
I do not make deals with elves! Mica protested. Theyre chattel! Slaves!
No one moved, either away from him or toward him. They were balanced, and I forced myself to breathe.
Perhaps, Newt said, voice as silky as a slinking cat. But they havent spent the last two thousand years trapped in a bubble of reality kept alive by tenuous threads of energy as we have been. Rachel is a demon. Shes also the elven Tal Sahan, the one who sways the actions of the putrid, stinking chattel of an elf. You can strike a deal with hercan you not?
My mouth went dry, and I edged back until I could feel Trents warmth. Tal Sahan. Quen had called me that once in bitter sarcasm, and while Mal Sahan held romantic overtones, Tal Sahan did not. It wasnt exactly an adviser, but rather the person the Sahan thought of when he made decisions. I ask myself: Will this decision take me closer or farther from you? And then its so clear. Even if it doesnt make sense at the time, resonated in me, and my pulse quickened. But he wasnt the Sahan. It was a title awarded by fealty, and no elf looked to him anymore. Because of me.
I will not bind myself to human law! Mica said, jerking me back to the present. Were free, and we take our rightful place!
You dont know that! another demon exclaimed. What happens if were pulled back when the sun comes up?
Micas hand glowed with black smut. What if we arent? he proposed.
Trent inched up to stand beside me, his eyes darting as he took in the demons with a professional eye. Theyre divided, he said, breath tickling my neck. Interesting.
I suppose, but Id be more excited if they were all for behaving themselves. Did it matter if Trent wasnt the Sahan if the demons thought he was? It wasnt as if theyd ever come to an agreement with Landon.
Newt cleared her throat, putting me on edge as she came to stand beside me in a clear show of support or perhaps protection. Where do you want to be next week, Mica? she said, and I shivered at the certainty in her voice. Alone in some godforsaken island cathedral playing god with people terrified of you? Ive done that. It gets boring fast. Ive looked at these human laws, and theyre more complex and devious with loopholes and clauses than Dali can structure in a thousand years. Their court system alone boggles the mind with the red tape that can be used to twist ends. If we cant work our will within them, then we dont deserve the name demon.
They were listening, but only a fraction were happy, and none was convinced.
We have a chance to be a part of something again, she said, stock-still. All in favor of playing by the rules and making Rachel our liaison with reality-based law?
I jerked, and beside me, Trent grunted. Hey, wait a moment, I said, but Dali had stood with a resounding Aye!
He was the only one.
Opposed? Newt said cheerfully.
Nay! I said, panicking. I never agreed to this!
Never! most of the demons had shouted, but a few were silent, and I panicked some more as I shook Trents hand off my elbow.
I suggest you leave, Mica, Newt growled, and I swear the air sparkled around her. Go away so we can get on with it.
But only Dali had agreed, and I pulled on the line, my knees wobbling as I yanked what I could from the rest to try to prevent a bloodbath.
Bravo, Rachel, Newt praised, a small smile hovering over her face. Her eyes darted past me, and her hand flashed out in threat. I spun, doing the same. Mica. Our thrown energy smacked into thedemon before he could loose his magic, bowling him over the table and into the far wall. Demons scattered to avoid him, and the black flickering in his fist went out as he groaned.
Maybe you should leave, I said, voice quavering. They wouldnt make a decision until they knew if the sun would sling them back to the ever-after or not.
In pairs and groups they left, their expressions varying from worry to outright anger as they winked out. I didnt care where they went, only that they were gone. Mica was the last, his murderous look chilling me as he vanished.
Shed called me the Tal Sahan . . . My pulse quickened, and I met Trents eyes, finding him just as thoughtful as I.
Damn woman! Jenks shrilled, and I shivered as his dust seemed to burn my aura. Where did you learn that?
Al, I said, seeing him still with us. The demon was sweating, and I wondered if hed been as scared as Id been. I took a breath to try to mend the rift between us, but he vanished, the black curl of ever-after magic swirling up as if to smother him before it fell in on itself with a soft pop. My stomach hurt, and I blinked fast. At least he hadnt tried to kill me this time.
That went rather well. Newts words were precise and holding zero sarcasm.
Well, you say? Trent said, shaky as he almost fell into a chair.
That was good? Jenks echoed, dust sparkling as he flew to Trent. Did you really give him your kid if you and Rachel kick off? Damn! Thats either really stupid or really smart.
Trent eyed him sourly. Itll ensure both girls safety if Rachel or I arent here to see to it.
Dali snickered, easing back into the booth to take up most of the seat. His opinion that it was really stupid was obvious.
They left, Newt said saucily. Im here drinking mar-r-r-r-rvelous coffee. Therefore, it went well. Mark, love. Another if you will? Put it on my tab.
Tab? I slowly sank into the nearest chair. Mark wobbled to the door and turned the closed sign around. Good idea.
Elbow on the table, Dali dropped his chin into his hand. I caught a hint of worry as he looked at the clock. Three against all the rest? Not good odds, Newt.
He had included me. Interesting.
Four. Trents attention rose from his hands, having been gauging their shaking.
Five, Jenks added, and Newt eyed him until the pixy flipped her off.
Shrugging, Newt sipped her cooling coffee. Theyll come around as soon as they know they wont be pulled back to that hole come sunup. Theyre just worried, poor dears. Its not as if we have to trust the elves. Just not let them kill us.
Poor dears, my ass. Tired, I looked for and found my bag, still on the pickup counter.
Newts eyes shifted to the window. A big black car was pulling up in disregard to the parking lines. It wasnt the I.S. vans I had asked for, and Newt laughed at my fast inhalation when burly vampires began getting out. Shit, it was Cormel. But then I grew angry. Ivy. Shed better be okay. He promised, damn it!
Jenks hovered before Trent and nodded to the window. Trent sighed when he turned to look, and I could almost see him begin to pull himself together, his professional mask slipping over him to hide his fatigue. I thought it interesting that hed let it drop in front of Dali and Newt. Im never getting home tonight. Ellasbeth is going to flay me alive, he grumbled as he tucked his shirt back into his pants.
I know the feeling. I could think of a few reasons Cormel might be here, none of them good.
Newt wrinkled her nose. Vampires, she scoffed as Cormel emerged from the car, tugging his coats sleeves down as his people jogged around to the back of the store to look for possible trouble. They remind me of surface demons in suits. Trenton, thank you for your offer to stay with you until I can arrange for the legal purchase of an estate.
Trent jerked, clearly surprised, as Jenks hovered backward, mouth curling up in a laugh. Ah, I would be honored . . . , Trent said, and Dali chuckled as well, seeming to gather himself to leave. Seeing it, Trent paled even more.
Hey, thats not a bad idea, Trent, Jenks said as he yo-yoed up and down. If that dog doesnt get Ellasbeth to leave, the demons sure as hell will.
Licking his lips, Trent stood, all professional polish gone. Ahhhhh.
Dog? Newt stood, and I froze when she leaned over to give me a professional cheek-to-cheek press. Trent, Ill fetch my horse and stable her. Dali, you know where the elf lives, yes?
Its my bloody line running through his office, the demon muttered.
Ah, as much as Id like . . . , Trent was saying, but it was too late, and Newt pressed her cheek against his as well, her lips smacking to make a kiss sound.
Ill make you spaghetti. Rachel will be too busy tonight, the demon said primly. Little girls love spaghetti.
N-Newt . . . , I stammered, but she vanished along with Dali as one of the vampire thugs jimmied the locked door open. Behind the counter, Mark made a sad, tired groan, and I gave him my best sorry look.
Ellasbeth is going to kill me, Trent said as the lock snapped and they opened the door.
Nah, Jenks said as he took to the air and hovered between us. Shes got lousy aim. Remember?
Tired, I turned as the first of Cormels thugs sauntered in. The spicy scent of confident vampire pricked my nose, diving deep and fanning the small flame of fear higher. The suave, pretty man in his bad-boy leather reminded me of Kisten, and I quashed it. They were all afraid if you looked deep enough.
He stopped in the middle of the room, his nose wrinkling as he took in the faint scent of burnt amber and rich coffee, and smiling, he gestured for us to stay where we were.
Like I had a choice?
Chapter 17
The thumps of car doors closing pulled my attention to Cormel. Ivy . . . , I whispered, and Trent tersely shook his head. His brow was pinched in thought, as calm and collected as ever. I wished I had his trust in vampiric deals and agreements.
If he wanted Ivy, hed have her already, Trent said as he tucked his phone away. My guess is he wants to talk to us about the surface demons.
Jenks had said hed warned us off them, but we hadnt done anything. Yet. And I sent Jenks to assess the situation since Cormel seemed to be content to chat with his thugs while his people checked out the back. Paranoid much?
FIB officers watched a safe two blocks down since getting a coffee wasnt illegal. I didnt expect them to help. Didnt want them to. Theyd only get themselves killed. What had I been thinking telling Edden to make a stand?