Isaac deflected it easily. In the next moment, over a dozen foot-long icicles hovered around Reed—each pointed at Isaac. Reed signaled with a flick of his hand, and the icicles sailed toward Isaac at a frightening speed. Isaac thrust his hands forward, palms flat as if he’d slammed them against an invisible wall. The icy rods crashed into his magical barrier.
“Stop!” I screamed, sending out a gust of my power in an effort to weaken my prison. Again and again I did it. Small cracks formed in the wall in front of me. I kept at it as they kept battling.
“It’s too late for her. She needs me to survive,” Reed gloated.
With him nearby, hearing his voice again, I feared he was right.
“Does she have the shakes?” he asked menacingly. “Has she told you she thinks of me when I’m not around?”
Isaac’s gaze darted to me. No guy wanted to find out his girlfriend thought about another guy—especially not after the night we’d just shared. I wanted to explain, to reassure him, but I could smell Reed—a crisp, icy river laced with tantalizing wine—and I didn’t trust my words not to betray me.
“How about we let Madison choose if I stay or go.”
Isaac widened his stance, his hands held at his side and his palms facing forward. With barely a jerk of his arm, a blue stream of power shot up at Reed. He missed.
Reed retaliated with two black daggers aimed at Isaac’s chest. Isaac barely had time to create a new shield. The daggers collided with it, falling to the asphalt with a clatter. Had Isaac been a microsecond slower, one would have pierced his heart.
“Enough!” a voice bellowed.
I tore my gaze from the daggers at Isaac’s feet. Wearing only a pair of faded jeans, Caden stood between Reed and Isaac. Flames suddenly licked at the outside of my prison, quickly melting the ice.
“Since when do Fae attack humans?” Caden asked.
“He attacked. I defended,” Reed replied. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Isaac.
“Your fight threatens a human who owes me. Leave or you will be fighting me and Isaac.”
Holding two more daggers, Reed looked at Caden. Isaac armed himself with energy balls. Caden raised his hands—one palm facing Isaac and the other facing Reed—as if ready to knock them both out with magic of his own.
I held my breath and prayed Reed would leave. To my relief, he let the daggers fall to the ground near his feet.
“This isn’t over,” he said and vanished.
Caden sighed. “I’d be surprised if it were.”
Isaac turned to face me. Caden’s flames ate the last of the ice and extinguished themselves.
“Don’t go trying anything witchy on me,” Caden said as he walked by Isaac. “I’ve already been yanked away from All-Legs Tiffany, a bottle of Dom Perignon, and a bowl of fresh strawberries. Roasting a power-charged high schooler sounds good right about now.” He studied me with bright red eyes. “That faerie really did a number on you.”
“Appears so,” I replied. Mentally, I could only deal with one supernatural problem at a time. If Caden was there to collect on our deal, I’d have to go with him, but I was pretty sure whatever it was I’d be required to do would be my breaking point and I’d burst into tears.
Caden held my chin and stared deep into my eyes. “I will torch you,” he said calmly when Isaac went to knock his hand away.
I squinted, wondering what Caden was looking at. My soul, maybe. What did a witch’s soul look like? Better yet, what did a demon’s soul look like? I leaned closer, trying to get a glimpse of his. His pupils were bottomless black dots. Couldn’t see his soul, though.
“I can reverse what’s been done,” Caden said.
“You’re here to help me?”
Caden’s eyes faded to warm brown, and he let go of my chin. “Yes.”
My first thought was,
“For a price,” Isaac spat.
Caden shrugged. “That’s generally how it works. Are you offering your soul as payment?”
“No! He’s not,” I said forcefully. “I’m not that bad.”
“Really? How long has it been since you ate or drank anything Reed’s given you?” Caden demanded. “By the color of your soul, I’m going to guess seven days.”
“Five.”
“That’s worse. It means your cellular structure is changing quicker than an average human’s.”
“I just need more time for his poison to get out of my system.”
“How’d you know she was here struggling with this?” Isaac asked.
I was glad for the distraction.
Caden waved a hand dismissively. “My investments are linked to me. It’s how I keep tabs on them. Most of the time, I get a low signal like background noise. About fifteen minutes ago, Madison’s went supersonic.”
“You never said anything about being linked to me,” I said.
“It’s in the fine print. You only need to ask, and I’ll undo what Reed has done.”
I was about to ask the price when Isaac stepped between Caden and me.
“We’re handling this our way,” Isaac said.
“How’s that going?” Caden snapped. “Look at her! I bet she’s wishing she had a glass of faerie wine right now.”
“Am not!” It was too early to drink. I was thinking a bacca ball would be nice, though.
“Liar.” Caden’s stone-cold glare dared me to argue.
It annoyed me that he could see past the brave facade I put on for my friends, but I bit my bottom lip to keep from saying something I knew I’d regret later.
Isaac stood rigid in front of me, rubbing his thumb against his fingers and creating a visible charge of white energy. Caden’s threat loomed heavy in the air. He’d set Isaac on fire once; I really didn’t want to see that again.
I laced my fingers through Isaac’s to show a united front. “Caden, I’m fine. I just need another day.” Or twenty.
“You’re no good to me this way,” he said, looking past Isaac.
“You can’t make her ask for your help,” Isaac challenged.
Maybe not, but Caden could ask me a carefully worded question that I would have to answer honestly—and at that moment, if he’d asked,
What he did say was, “You have twelve hours to solve your faerie issues, Madison. This time tonight, you’re either clean or you ask for my help. Do we have an agreement?”
“Yes,” I replied before Isaac could say anything. One way or another, I needed to be rid of Reed permanently.
Caden raised an eyebrow.
“I promise,” I added reluctantly.
We watched Caden leave and then went back inside, no longer hungry.
We needed a plan, and help that didn’t come from a demon. We called Josh.
Josh leaned against the dresser. “Refresh my memory. How’d you convince Reed to go home the last time you guys met?”
“I threatened to roast the entire Seelie Court,” Isaac replied. He sat on the bed next to me.
