The Witch With No Name
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Slowly I let go of him, edging backward off the table as Cormels thugs clustered in small knots. My wrist was tingling where Cormel was still holding it, and he let go in the sudden realization that it, too, was a conduit for the mystics. I may be a pawn, I said as I locked my shaking knees. But Ive been to the other side and survived the trip back and can move like a queen. Pixy dust sifted over us, and my skin burned. Dont piss me off.
Behind me were people stinking of fear and nylon. I could feel the give of rubber tread from heavy boots, and the chill being lifted off from skin too long in the cold. None of them was my sensation. The mystics had brought them to me, eager to become a part of something again. Id gambled and lost. The demons would never listen to me now.
But he had threatened Trent . . .
Swallowing hard, I sank back into my chair to try to hide my shaking hands. Damn it, I loved Trent. Id risk everything and all to keep him alive. It made me strong but vulnerable to manipulation at the same time. Love sucked.
You okay? Trents voice was low, and my chest hurt at the new fear in him, one born from the heart. He knew the mystics had found me again. Blinking fast, I reached to touch Trents hand on my shoulder. He was still holding on to the line, and he started when the pure energy from the mystics washed through him as they used his connection as a way to get back to the line and ride it like an ocean current. The power in me lessened, and I breathed easier.
Ask me tomorrow, I whispered, and his grip tightened in understanding. I didnt feel good. People in suits and smelling of vampire surrounded Cormel. Our eye contact had been broken, and I wanted to leave.
Tinks a Disney whore, Rache! Jenks exclaimed as Cormel began to slowly distance himself. Hes as scared as a tick under the bed.
Yeah. Me too. Id been ready to kill Cormel to keep Trent safe. And though Cormel had been shocked to find my hand around his throat, I couldnt shake the growing feeling that hed almost been expecting it. Even as he bent his will to survival, a part of him wanted to die. Looked for it. Ached for it. Maybe thats why he was so adamant about getting his soul?
Rache? Jenks called, his excitement faltering as he dropped down to search my face. Youre okay, right?
My head came up as I recognized Ivys voice. Jenks spun where he hovered, darting to the door as she elbowed her way in. Get out of my way! she exclaimed as she fought her way through the growing crowd, and Trents hand tightened on my shoulder when I smiled at her. Thank God she was okay.
Nina was hot on Ivys heels, the jealous little vampire scowling. I watched her visibly catch herself as the scent of frightened vampire hit her. Eyes lowered, she concentrated on the floor. Ivy, though, pushed through it as if it wasnt there.
Rachel, she all but breathed as she reached me, and I rose to give her a hug. I-I . . . , she stammered, and then, Are you okay?
I almost missed the flash of guilt that crossed her. It wasnt reflected in Nina, as much as sanctioned by the crafty womans smug expression. Im okay, I said, my suspicions tightening. Something had happened . . .
Feeling it, Ivy let go. Trent texted me that you might need some help.
Trent? I hadnt seen him on the phone. Surprised, I turned to Trent, stifling a shudder at the sensation of mystics peeling off me to dance in the pheromones and guilt she was giving off. When did you have the time?
Trent shrugged, the rims of his ears reddening as he watched Cormels thugs begin to leave. I type fast.
Like a fourteen-year-old girl! Jenks exclaimed, a happy ball of dust at his shoulder.
Cormel was putting his coat on with a formal stiffness, clearly not liking being watched by the admittedly proud but helpless FIB. We werent done yet, but Id given him something to think about as he sulked in his hole in the ground.
Too many people in here, Nina muttered. She was doing really well despite the fading stink of frightened vampire. And then it struck me how good Ivy looked, a flush to her cheeks and moving better than she should for having been in intensive care less than two days ago. My eyes jerked to hers, and a flash of self-loathing and guilt crossed her before she turned away. Even having access to Trents full-strength Brimstone shouldnt have her looking like this.
Ivy? I questioned, and Jenks rose up, clearly pleased when Edden walked in, glancing at us as he shook Cormels hand and held the door for him.
Dont let the door hit your ass on the way out, the pixy smart-mouthed. Trent, you call him, too?
Yes, Trent said from behind me. Fingers trailing reluctantly from me, he went to Edden, the stocky FIB captain making his slow way to us. The gray looked a little heavier, the worry wrinkles a little deeper, but his eyes were just as sharp and his smile inviting when he saw me.
But even as I met his smile with my own, I ached for Ivys guilt. I wasnt seeing the effect of Brimstone alone. Shed satisfied her hunger for blood, and not just the little sips shed been allowing herself while making love, but a huge grasping amount that was selfish and demanding. Nina had goaded her into it, and she had succumbed. It would account for Ninas increased stability as well, which might be reason enough to ignore it but for the little fact that it meant Nina was only exchanging one master for another.
Ivy, I tried again, and she turned away.
Rachel! Edden boomed, the force behind it honed by years of arguing with thickheaded FIB officers. How did I do?
He was grinning, and I couldnt help but smile back. Catcalls and hoots rose up as I gave him a hug, rocking back and seeing his pleasure in the embarrassed flush on his round face. I owe you, Edden, I said, and he smiled all the wider. Big-time. Dont ever do it again, okay?
It was a calculated risk. Edden looked out the plate-glass windows, a flicker of spent worry saying he was lying. Cormel doesnt want any bad press right now. We just need to travel in packs more often.
Or pair your men up with a demon, I said flippantly.
Eddens feet scuffed on the painted floor. Ah, yes. About that.
Jenkss wings clattered in the new chill flowing in with the outgoing officers. Can we go now?
I nodded, spent adrenaline laying like a heavy coil in my middle as I waved my thanks to Mark. He was behind the counter stoically handing out drink coupons as he refused to make anything despite his being open twenty-four hours a day. Mr. Fish was probably dead from the cold in my cup holder, and I wondered if I dared a warming charm lest I cook him.
Your folks okay, Ivy? I asked as Nina all but bolted to the door. I really wanted to talk to her, tell her that one night of hunger wasnot a failure, but she wouldnt look at me. Jenks shrugged, his shifting dust telling me hed figured it out as well. What a pair we were; Ivy had fallen off the wagon and I was harboring mystics again.
Ah, Rachel . . . Edden pulled me to walk beside him, and I winced as Ivy strode out the door, her head high and jaw clenched. Rachel, you talked to the demons, Edden prompted.
Im working on it, I said as I hesitated before going out. You should be okay tonight unless someone gets a wild hair up their, ah, yeah. My voice faltered as Trent breezed past. It wont get bad until they know if the sun is going to force them back, I finished, voice softer.
Edden seemed pleased as he stuck his thick hand out for me to shake. It was rough, with just the right amount of strength, and I felt a moment of connection, of being needed, part of something. Thats all I can ask for, he said, making a wrap it up motion to get his men out. Thank you. Ill have someone get right on your arson case.
Thanks. The welcoming feeling grew as I left and took a deep breath of the good Cincy air not stained with vampire or demon, but smelling of deep river and chill. Cormels car wheels crackled and popped over the loose stones on the pavement as they found the street and drove away. The taillights blinked red at a stop sign, and then they were gone.
I shivered, not moving as Trent handed me my bag. My stomach rumbled, and I looked at my hands. They werent shaking anymore. The mystics were back. Ivy?
Trent was right next to me, and I turned to him. Trent . . .
A shiver took me as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. We have time. All the time in the world.
Thanks. Feeling breathless, I spun. Ivy!
She hesitated at her moms car, the door already open. Nina grimaced from the other side, and I paced forward, head down as I rummaged in my bag. Here, I said, feeling unsure and nervous as I stopped before her. I, ah, made this for you.
Behind her, Mark was pushing out the last of the FIB guys, locking up and bolting the door before shutting off the lights. Fingers shaking, I found the cool shape of the tiny bottle. Nina pressed jealously close as I put it in Ivys hand, and they both looked at it, the faceted shape catching the buzzing streetlight. What is it? Ivy asked, her usual hesitancy where my magic was concerned blunted.
Its something to catch your soul in, I said, curling her cold fingers around it. Keep it in your pocket.
Ivys head snapped up, and I could have cried at the hope in her eyes.
Until Felix laughs and means it, Im not calling this a good thing, but if you have your soul in a bottle, then its not in the hell of the ever-after, I said. You dont have to do anything, just keep it within your aura. And dont open the top once your soul is in there.
You did it? Ivy said, looking at the stop sign where wed seen Cormel last.
Well, weve not tested it, I offered, but she pulled me into a hug, her hand fisted at my back pressing into me hard. I cant imagine that if you get your soul back right away there would be that much trauma. It was a hope only, but one I clung to with the same fervent wish that Cormel clung to his lies.
She was nodding as she pulled back, her eyes dark with unshed tears, anxious to be away. Behind her, Trent leaned against the car, thoughts pinching his brow as he waited with Jenks on his shoulder.
Ill be at my dads. She hesitated. Unless you need me?
Nina was smiling, but it was a thinly disguised grimace. Cormel is going to be too busy tomorrow to worry about us, I said, looking for my keys until I remembered Trent had them. Dali and Newt are terrorizing Trents house, so Im going over there to run interference.
Okay. Her eyes came back to me, and she hesitated, looking for words.
So its the younger who find their souls first? I blurted out, not wanting her to go until I could tell her she was a good person, and she shook her head even as Nina clenched her jaw, clearly wanting to leave.
No, its how close you are to your death place.
Cormel died in Washington, I said, thinking hed have a long wait if his soul had to travel only by night. Unless he went to find it.
Only those within twenty miles of their death are reuniting, but he expects it to make it here in a week. She hesitated. If nothing changes.
Thats the same time frame he gave me to get rid of the demons, I said, glancing at Trent when he started my car. It wasnt a silent rebuke to get me to hurry up, but a way to get Jenks out of the cold.
Eyes holding guilt, Ivy gave me a last hug before turning away. Grim, Nina hustled to the other side of the car and got in. I backed up, reluctant to leave Ivy alone, though I knew she needed to be with her dad. Her mom would be distraught but safe. Id found out last year that shed died in New Orleans. It would be weeks until her soul found her.
But what made my steps slow as I walked back to my car was knowing that Cormel knew I was right, otherwise he wouldve gone to find his soul. He knew I was right, but he wanted me to be wrong so badly that he was ignoring it.
Tomorrow was going to be one hell of a day.
Chapter 18
It was anguished and alone, even as others of its ilk hovered supportively nearbyforgotten and abandoned, curled into a tight ball in the center of my presence like a lion cub seeking comfort from a dead lionessunresponsive even as everything about her screamed memories of comfort and warmth.
I saw myself through it, my dream cycling down to this tiny spot of torment until its heartache became mine. Confusion and betrayal soaked into me until I wept, not understanding. Id searched for so long, and now there was nothing. Id been forgotten, like a dream finding the window shut against it.
She doesnt see, the mystic moaned to the others, and they clustered about it, trying to make it feel better, that it would become. But it wouldnt.
I took a breath in my dream to shout that I saw them, that I was here, that I was. But a soft gong distracted me, blurring my intent. It came again, and my dream broke apart as the waves of sound moved through my unconsciousness and pushed me awake.
Thats Trents alarm, I thought groggily as a chill slipped under the covers. The bed moved and my weight shifted as Trent pulled from me, stretching to reach his phone.
I sighed, eyes closed as he rolled back, his warmth up against me now dulled with a sheet between us. The weight of a hand pressed into the bed at my left shoulder as he propped himself up over me and leaned to try to see my face. Rachel, did you want to get up? he whispered. I can tell you what happens.