The Witch With No Name
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Slow with surprise, Trent helped Nina up before coming to stand beside me. His jaw was set, and he looked fantastic, eyes bright and a glow of magic about his hands. Seeing him as he wanted to be, not the careful businessman he was so good at being and that others had forced on him, I felt my heart swell. Id had something to do with it, and I was proud of him for finding the courage to be what he wanted. Why cant it last? I thought, aching.
Together? I said, and Trend nodded, eager to blend our strengths into one. I quashed the fear that Al was watching. If hed known Trent was here, hed be trying to kill him.
Pale, Nina scooped up the staff, holding it inexpertly. My hand found Trents, and my breath came fast as his energies mixed with mine like shades of gold twining together. The rank taint of burnt amber eased, overpowered by the clean scent of grass and trees and sweet wine. My chin rose. This wasnt wrong. I didnt care that the demons and elves said it was. This wasnt wrong!
The surface demon hissed, his ragged clothes hanging like a tattered aura. He hunched, preparing to jump, and Trent and I gathered our power.
Now! I shouted, exhilarated as our joined energies wound together and struck the demon, sending it rolling back into the darkness. Trents eyes were alight, his hair almost floating as he inhaled, bringing with it a wash of sparkles through me. My God, it was almost better than sex with the man.
Ninas scream iced through me, and we spun. The second demon was on her, the staff the only thing keeping it from her neck. Snarling, the twisted form fought to wrench the staff away. My heart thudded. I reached out, fingertips aching as I made a fist, unable to use my magic for fear of hitting her. Nina, get him off you! I shouted. Let him have the stupid staff!
But she couldnt let go, afraid. Her gasping breaths cut through the air, and I jumped when Trent blasted the first surface demon behind us. Jaw clenched, I ran for her, feeling as if my hand sank into the demon when I reached for it.
It screamed at my touch, and I stumbled back, ripping it off her as I fell on my butt.
It didnt do much good, as the age-twisted thing went right back at her.
Oh God! Nina cried, and then both surface demons were on her, smelling the blood.
Son of a bitch! I stared, flat on my ass, aghast and panicking as they covered her. I could not go back to Ivy and tell her Nina died in the ever-after.
Trent! I shouted, head hurting as I pulled in a massive amount of ever-after. This was going to end right now.
Get! Off! Nina thundered, and I froze, halfway to her, when first one, then the other surface demon flew through the red-tinted air to land in the rock-strewn shadows.
Someone touched me, and I jerked, pulling my energies back when I saw Trent. Trent . . . , I started, words failing when I realized he was dragging me away from Nina.
My eyes darted to her, and my mouth went dry.
I didnt think it was just Nina anymore.
Shed rolled to her feet, hands still holding that staff as she hunched into a ball and bared her teeth at the surface demons still shaking off the fall. Her eyes flicked to Trent and me, and I shuddered as I recognized the second presence smothering her psyche. It was Felix. And it had happened far too fast.
In a smooth, unhurried motion, Nina rose, her feet placed wide to bind the skirt about her knees. An almost visible charismatic power spilled from her in the new dark. Black eyes glinting, she whirled the staff in a dangerous arc, making it smack into the earth in a clear threat.
Anger tightened my resolve, and I pulled myself straight. Nina had lied. She had outright lied to Ivy, telling her shed made a break from Felix. There was no way the master vampire wouldve known she was in danger if she hadnt already had him in her, balancing her emotions and soaking in her thoughts of sunlight and love.
From the darkness, a surface demon hissed.
Trent spun, his shoes grinding the grit as his magic tugged at my energies. The smaller demon was running at her, Nina screaming at it, egging it on, whirling the staff again as if it were a sword.
But it never reached her as that second, larger surface demon plowed into the first.
Look out! I cried, pulling Trent back as the demons rolled in the dirt, grappling, hissing and howling, clawing at the tatters of their clothes and gouging each others eyes.
Get back! Trent said when, with a scream of outrage, the larger demon finally beat the first away. Standing between Nina and the darkness, the tall surface demon raised his hands to the sky, howling as if making a claim. His cry echoed against the flat spaces, dying away to leave the demon staring at us, his chest moving up and down as he panted, thin hands clenched.
Trents fingers tightened in mine, his uninvoked charm hovering just under his skin. Wait, I said as the surface demon spun to Nina. No, wait! I demanded as the silence was broken by the soft clicks of rock and the whisper of dead grass as the surrounding surface demons skulked back, leaving us. I think he drove the rest off.
With a high-pitched whine, the tall surface demon fell prostrate before Nina, burbling and groaning, the tattered remnants of its aura smearing the dust to leave patterns. Nina/Felix stared, inching backward.
What is it doing? I whispered as the demon closed the new gap, his wizened arm black with age or disease, stretched out as if wanting to touch her but afraid to.
Bis popped in, winging up for altitude when he saw the surface demon writhing at her feet, gibbering like a monkey. Id never seen anything like it, and the noise it made crawled up my spine like ice.
Go away, you putrid thing, Nina threatened, her voice dropping into the lower ranges. It was Nina, but not, and I started when Bis landed on my shoulder to wrap his tail around my back and under my arm for balance. He wouldnt dare jump her out. Hell, I think he was scared to touch her, much less share mental space with her.
But the surface demon cowered like a beaten dog as it couldnt move forward, couldnt move back, snatching glances at Nina and the blood dripping from a scratch under her eye. Id never been this close to one before and not been fighting for my life. It was almost as if I was looking at him through a fog. His features were indistinct, but gaunt, as if starved. The tattered remnants of his clothes gave no indication of color, and as soon as I looked away, I couldnt remember if his hair was long or short. Again, I was struck by the feeling that he was there, but not, and I shuddered at the memory of how it had felt when I had pulled it off her.
I said, go! Nina/Felix shouted, and the surface demon scuttled back at her swinging foot. Feet spread in a way no woman in a skirt ever would, Nina threw the staff after it to clatter into the dust.
My circle was long gone, but it didnt matter. The surface demons had left, even the ones at the outskirts. I exhaled, relieved. But another part of me was seething in anger. Felix had taken Nina over far too easily.The woman had been lying to Ivy, lying for three whole months. The worst part was, I think Ivy knew it.
I ought to leave you here to rot, I said, talking to Felix, but if I did, Nina would be the one to suffer.
Nina stiffened, her lip curling to show tiny pointed canines. She wouldnt get the extended fangs until she died, whichif I got my waywould be tomorrow.
Rachel, Bis whispered as his feet pinched my shoulder in worry. Trent, too, wanted to leave, but I couldnt. Not yet. The son of a bastard was playing Ivy for a fool.
Get out of Nina, I said, shaking off Trents hand and moving a step closer.
I dont know what youre talking about, Nina said, foolishly trying to hide the fact that it really was Felix, but young women in dress suits do not tug their sleeves down in agitation.
Do we have to do this right now? Trent said, eyes on the darkening shadows.
Yes, I said, coming another step closer. Felix, get out of Nina. Get out and dont come back. Right now, or Im telling Ivy.
The woman bared her teeth, dark eyes going darker. Ivy? She doesnt matter!
Maybe not to you, I said shaking from the spent adrenaline. But if Ivy knows, she might give up on Nina.
Thats fine with me. Ninas eyes narrowed, making the woman look dead already in the last of the light.
Me too, I said, heartsick for Ivy even as I hated Felix. But if she does, Nina is going to find the balls to kick you out for good.
Beside me, Trent made a sound of understanding. Ninas expression twisted up in a snarl, hearing the truth of it.
Love is funny like that, I added.
Ninas expression darkened, anger bubbling up until she was as ugly as the monster seeing the world through her eyes, wallowing in Ivys love as if it was his to have. My chin lifted, and seeing my determination, he suddenly left her.
Nina staggered, collapsing like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Sobbing, she huddled on the ground, exhausted and hyped up on the hormones Felix had pulled into her blood system. She touched her face, shocked at the blood, and my heart just about broke for Ivy. God, I hated the master vampires.
He might be gone, but the flash of evil intent that had crossed her left me shaking.
Hed be back.
Chapter 4
The coffee smell coming from the wax-coated cup was nauseatingly familiar, and I held it listlessly as I sat in the chair Id pulled into the carpeted hallway. The oil-like sheen on the surface caught the fluorescent lights, showing the shake in my hand. Id managed a few fitful hours of sleep after Ivy had come out of surgery, and though the beds in Trents surgical suites were comfortable, Id been too worried to do more than doze. Besides, the smell of antiseptic and stainless steel kept waking me up.
Nina had crashed right in Ivys room. She was in there still, the guilt that Id found out her secret making her noticeably passive and pliant. It pissed me off that shed been lying to Ivy all this time, but I think Ivy had known it, her belief that she didnt deserve anything good or lasting keeping her mouth shut and her eyes blind. I hoped that Bis and Jenks were doing better, the two of them having returned to the church to try to get the squatters out.
My breath came in with a harsh sound, and I listened to the voices echoing down from the third floor where Trent had his living quarters. Id always wondered what took up Trents second floor. Now I knew. Two well-outfitted hospital suites were tucked between the ground floor and the third story, but the surgery itself was downstairs, closer to his labs.
Hand trembling, I sipped the coffee. It had no taste. Id just been in to check on Ivy. Shed been sleeping: clean and sanitized between ivory sheets. The angry red suture lines and orange antiseptic stains had been hidden behind a cotton nightgown, but Id seen them before Id lost it and cried from relief. Now I just felt numb.
And yet something sparked in me at the sound of Trents footsteps on the unseen stairway, and I sat up straighter when Jonathans voice twined melodiously with Trents. I didnt like Jonathan, but Id be willing to bet Trents number two adviser had a singing voice that could make angels weep.
I managed a smile as the two of them came around a corner. Trent looked as confident as always with his hands in his pockets like a GQ model, his smile faltering as he took in my tired misery. His hair was free of the ever-after dust, and he was smooth shaven. Id taken the time to shower, but I felt scruffy in a pair of jeans and clean sweater Id left over here a few weeks ago. Jonathan wrinkling his nose at me in disapproval didnt help, and I checked to make sure all my hair was back in a scrunchy, the frizzy red tamed with a band of elastic instead of a charm.
A lot had changed since the allegations of drug running and illegal genetic research had been levied against Trent. It had been ages since Id seen him in a full suit and coat; his business meetings had dropped to almost zero and the research campus had been closed. On the plus side, he was more relaxed, more apt to crack a dry joke, more often smelling like ozone or his stables than the boardroom. He was doing more on his own, needing me less and less for security.
My focus blurred, and I looked into the depths of my coffee as I imagined what it would be like to go to the mall with Trent, catch a bad movie and dinner. Maybe I should ask.
The one-sided conversation between Trent and Jonathan was clearly coming to an end, and their forward progress halted. Trent gestured elegantly as he made his point, and I stood, leaning heavily against the wall as I waited. I knew he got lonely, even with Quen and the girls keeping him occupied. Falling out of high society had been good for him and his family, if you ignored the increased number of death threats and his loss of income. Trains still ran, though, and farms still grew food. He wasnt destitute. Yet. Ellasbeth was still working on that in her effort to gain control of the girls, and through them, Trent.
Not going to happen, I vowed, but after having witnessed the four of them on a good day, the girls playing happily and both Trent and Ellasbeth as loving, though not united, parents, a questioning guilt slid through me. Quen, too, seemed to regard Trents and my relationship as a phase tied to Trents newest preoccupation with furthering his magical studies. It was irksome, but every time Trent spoke of Ellasbeth and the girls, it left me wondering why I was delaying the inevitable.
Thank you, Jon, Trent finally said, touching the tall, almost gaunt man on the shoulder as he gave him a grateful smile. That makes my day a hundred times easier.
Contenting himself with a short nod and a dry look at me, Jonathan turned and went back the way theyd come. I knew the girls loved the man, but I liked him just as much as he liked me. Which was to say not at all.