The Witch With No Name
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Get her away from him! Ellasbeth demanded, frozen at the door as she wanted to both fly at him and run back in the house.
Good morning, Ellasbeth, I said, and she looked at me, horrified and hyperventilating as I calmly sat at the table.
Ellasbeth, Al purred, delighting in the fear hed instilled as he sat down and took Lucy onto his lap. How nice to see you.
Trent! Get her! she screamed again, and Trent sighed, waving Quen and Jon back from the window. Get him out of here!
I stood, uncomfortable in my robe all of a sudden. He wanted to show me what happened to unbound souls when the sun came up.
Trents eyes lit up. And? he prompted. Ray was beginning to wiggle to get down and get a closer look at the pink and purple flying horses that Al was making, each one coming from his cupped hands to Lucys delight.
I couldnt stop my grimace. Were both going to have a very busy day.
Ellasbeth was clinging to Trents elbow, her face red and her fear obvious. Surprise! Lucy shouted as Al opened his hands and another horse neighed and leapt into the air. Giving me a tired look, Trent set Ray down, and the little girl toddled forward. I gentled her to me so Ellasbeth wouldnt pass out, and Ray leaned against my legs, watching Al and her sister.
Get them away from him! Ellasbeth demanded, and Trent took her elbow.
The girls are safe. Its you I cant vouch for, he said, and Ellasbeth jerked her eyes from the children, her face red.
Al straightened as he let three horses go and Lucy ran after them, giggling. I no longer steal people, he said as if insulted. Havent you heard?
Seriously? I said, and he raised his hand, tilting it back and forth to say more or less.
Ellasbeth glared at Trent, refusing to go in even as his hand on her back began to look forceful. You arent believing this, are you? she said.
I was having a hard time believing it, too, but I wasnt worried when Ray stood wobbling before Al, captivated by the horse charm. Her little hand went to his knee for balance, and Al froze, emotion cascading through him so fast I couldnt recognize anything but its depth.
Why are you even here? Ellasbeth exclaimed.
Many reasons. Al was staring at Rays hand, and I held my breath as he wiggled a finger under her palm and she gripped it, smiling up at him with her one-toothed smile.
Emotion hit me as Rays carefully given but ultimate trust smacked Al like a ton of bricks. That fast it happened, and I knew hed move heaven and earth for her now. Ray may have saved us all.
Lump in my throat, I turned. I didnt want him to know Id seen, and if I stayed, Id start to cry. Ah, Im sorry, I said, looking around as if my purse and coat were out here. I have to go take a shower. Al, thank you for the information.
He looked up, and when he saw my damp eyes, he took Rays hand off his finger with a frown. Im being gotten rid of.
Trent inched forward to take Ray, and I lifted her from Al. Youre welcome to stay for breakfast, Trent said as I settled Ray in his arms.
I have already breakfasted, thank you, Al said stiffly. He was trying to be flip, but I could tell he was shaken. He hadnt expected Rays trust, and it couldnt be taken away.
Lucy, come here, Ellasbeth demanded, crouched with her hand held out, ignored.
What time was your appointment with the dewar? I asked, having forgotten already.
Trent jiggled Ray. Nine forty-five.
You, ah, think I could come with you? I said, and Ellasbeth jerked, her attention on Lucy momentarily eclipsed. I need to persuade them to leave the surface demons in the ever-after and the real demons in reality, I added, wincing. I wasnt going to be the demons liaison, but someone had to say something, and I did have a reputation for saving large demographicseven if the collateral damage was high.
Ellasbeth finally got hold of Lucy, and she backed up to the door with her as the little girl protested. Youre joking, she said, voice distracted. You want them here?
Absolutely, I said. My feet were freezing, and I wanted to go in.
Trent shrugged. Sure. Ill pick you up at eight. Youll be at the church?
Ellasbeth was struggling with Lucy. Exasperated, she exclaimed, Yes, you both go. I can watch the girls.
My eyes darted to Trent, and then Al.
You will watch the girls? Al drawled, popping little blue horses into existence as fast as Lucy could pop them out of existence between her two hands. I heard it was your idea to kill Trent and Rachel so youd have the girls as your own.
It was out, and Ellasbeths cheeks reddened. That was not my idea! she protested, and Lucy slipped from her.
Frustrated, Trent checked his watch. Quen and Jon can watch them.
I am not trying to steal the girls, Ellasbeth said hotly, and Trent absently took a horse out of Rays mouth.
Im sorry, Ellasbeth, he said frankly. Rachel seems to think the best of everyone, but Im not that . . . He hesitated.
Naive, I believe is the word youre looking for, Al said, and I frowned, almost smacking him with the back of my hand.
Lucy is my child! Ellasbeth said, one hand gripping the wildly twisting little girl. I can watch her.
Trent lifted his chin and started for the door. I dont want you to.
I needed to get dressed, and I hesitated, wanting to say good-bye to Al before going in, but not wanting to do it in front of everyone.
I can watch the girls until six, Al said suddenly, and I blinked. Face red, Al jerked his watch out of its little pocket. Ah, thatd be six P.M., eastern standard time. Im busy after that.
You? I said, and his complexion darkened. You dont know anything about babies.
Absolutely not! Ellasbeth pushed her way into the courtyard, a mix of terror and anger.
Al seemed unperturbed. Theyre not babies, theyre toddlers. Besides, Im third on the list, I believe?
Trent was smiling, small but honest. No, thank you. Jon can do it.
Ellasbeth struggled with Lucy, the little girl wailing about the dead horse in her tight grip. What does he mean, third on the list?
Trent and I exchanged a look, but Quen poked his head out the door, saving us from having to answer. Sahan? Ms. Morgan? Ivy has phoned. Shes fine, but shes trying to reach Rachel. Felix committed suncide this morning and shed like Rachels help with Nina.
Fear slid through my soul, and I took a fast breath. The dewar would have towait. I have to go. I hesitated, wanting to touch Al to say good-bye but not daring to.
Of course he committed suncide, Al said distantly. Thats why we had to separate their souls from their bodies to begin with.
Go. Trent jiggled a fussy Ray. Ill bring up your concerns to the dewar.
I looked at Al one last time before I started for the door. Thank you, I said, trying to remember where Id left my boots. Ill do what I can.
Youre going to need all the voices you can get in the dewar, Kalamack, Al said loudly. Poor use of resources to waste Quen and Jon tending your girls, especially when you claim to want this closer tie. Let me watch the little darlings.
I turned, half in the house, half out. Ellasbeth waited, her lilac perfume strong on the still air. Trent was frowning, but it was in thought, not concern.
Im not worried about the girls, he said, making Ellasbeth gasp. Im worried about you rummaging in my things. No. Ill take them with me. It will be a good reminder to the dewar.
Al pulled himself up, a hand elegantly behind his back. I will be the perfect example of correctness.
Ellasbeths hand went to the house for balance. I swear, Trent, if you give our children to that demon to watch them, Ill never forgive you.
Trent looked at me, and I shrugged. He wont keep them permanently, I said, and Al grinned to show his blocky teeth.
Trent set Ray down, and the little girl wobbled to Al, beaming as if he was a new toy.
Trenton! Ellasbeth shrieked, and Lucy finally slipped from her. Ellasbeth made a lunge after her, and Quen jerked the woman back, his expression stoic as she slapped his face.
You get my standard sitting rate, Trent said, almost shouting over Ellasbeths hysterics as Al picked Lucy up. You stay on the top floor and out of my room. And my spelling hut. And everything else. No phone, no scrying, no showing them off to anyone. I want them here in my apartments at all times.
De-e-e-elighted, the demon said, then vanished with both girls.
Trent! Ellasbeth screamed.
Giving her a sidelong glance, I sidled up to Trent. You forgot to tell him no visitors.
Trents breath hissed in between his teeth. Oooh, I did, didnt I.
Trenton Aloysius Kalamack! Ellasbeth exclaimed as she pushed between us, her face red. Where are my girls?
He pointed inside when Lucys laughing giggle echoed into the patio. Hand to her mouth, Ellasbeth bolted inside. Youre welcome to stay, Trent said loudly, but she was already inside. Only now did a faint worry line wrinkle his forehead. Tell me this isnt a mistake.
Smiling, I gave him a hug. This isnt a mistake, I said, feeling his arms take me in and make me strong. Hes the only one who might agree to play by our rules. The rest need to be shamed into it. Thank you.
I dropped back to see a lingering worry in him. Im going to miss you today, too.
He was tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, and I felt loved. Maybe we can have dinner or something.
But I knew that Id be lucky to end today still standing. If Felix had committed suncide, Nina was going to be out of control and Cincinnatis old vampires would be a conflicted terror of want, desire, and fear. What tore at me though was that Ivys hope of ever saving her soul was now tied to a maybe.
And as I gave Trent a kiss and felt his grasp slip from me, I vowed that Ivy was going to get her happy ending. Even if it killed me.
Chapter 19
My breath caught and I stomped on the brake when the car ahead of me squealed to a stop. Head swinging, I flicked my eyes to the rearview mirror, wincing until the car behind me stopped as well. I was trying to get to Fountain Square. Ivy and I were having lunch before digging through the mess at the church. Yes, I should be in some library looking for how to close the lines, but Ivy needed me, needed me to tell her that one blood orgy wasnt the end. Besides, I had to do something normal for a few hours before I started saving the world again.
What the Turn? I said to myself, trying to see past the cars lined up before me. Traffic was at a standstill, and when I rolled the window down, I could hear a crowd and a bullhorn a few blocks up. I was nearly at the square. Something was wrong. Ivy was there.
Pulse fast, I jerked the wheel, driving in the wrong lane for a few car lengths to pull into a tinyand illegalparking spot for the meter police. I waved at the guy blowing his horn at me as I popped my FIB sign in the front window and grabbed my shoulder bag. Thanks to my weekend sleepovers at Trents I was in a clean pair of jeans and a casual sweater, but I felt anything but professional as I locked the car and strode off, boots clunking.
Nina? I wondered, shocked as her voice came through the bullhorn, her aggressive urgency mixing with the rising roar of unseen people. Crap on toast, Felix had committed suncide this morning. A handful of other masters had gone from soul-induced depression to out-of-control raging when their souls were ripped from them. That they were forced underground was a blessing and a breathing space. Cops were everywhere, both the FIB and the I.S., and I strode up to the nearest. Excuse me. Whats going on?
That way, miss, he directed, and I jerked back before he could touch me. His expression hardened, and he actually looked at me. Theres an illegal demonstration at the square, he said, clearly not recognizing me. Please go home.
They were almost lining the streets now, and everyone was being turned away. Ah, Im trying to reach someone, I said, thinking if Nina was in there, so was Ivy. I mean, I was called in to work, I said, flashing my old I.S. badge with my spell-burned hair and dopey look. Who do I talk to?
Hell if I know, the cop muttered as he looked at my street clothes. Go on.
He didnt have to say it twice, and I slipped behind the forming human wall and hustled to the square, waving my outdated ID at everyone with a badge who looked my way. My pulse pounded, and the brief respite of people vanished. It wasnt a demonstration, it was a mob, and I stood in the middle of the blocked-off road trying to make sense of it.
Nina was on the stage with a bullhorn, trying to outshout the man with a mic. The crowd was split and ugly, yelling at the stage, hands in fists raised in protest. The huge TV was showing a national news station, but it was all bad, with excited newscasters standing, as I was, at the outskirts of similar protests in other cities. High above, people pressed against the windows of the surrounding buildings taking pictures. I.S. and FIB officers were everywhere, but apart from the ring of them keeping new people out, I couldnt tell what they were doing.