he always shows up when I don’t want him at all?”
“I’m sure it has something to do with being the Prince of Darkness,” J.B. said.
“Right,” I said. “Look, can we finish this conversation at my house? Beezle and Jude will have some ideas, and it’s hard for me to think here.”
The sight of all the mangled bodies was making it difficult for me to collect my thoughts. And I couldn’t help thinking that if I’d found Azazel already and killed him as I should have, none of these people would be dead.
I’d gotten distracted by the faeries, and forgotten my promise and my purpose. Finding Azazel—and the missing Agents—was now priority number one.
“I have to go back to the office and finish some paperwork first,” J.B. said. “You’d better come, too, and fill out the forms for the souls you lost.”
“Why bother?” I asked. “The Agency is going to be royally pissed at me when they find out I’m tracking Azazel. What’s the difference if a couple of papers don’t get properly filed?”
“How about you try following the rules for a while so as not to arouse their suspicion?”
“You’re talking logic here,” I said. “I don’t do logic.”
“Indulge me,” J.B. said.
I tapped Samiel on the shoulder. He was facing the crime scene techs as they did their gruesome work, but I knew he wasn’t really seeing them. He was seeing Chloe. It took a few seconds for him to focus on my face.
“I’m going with J.B. to pretend to be a good Agent,” I said. “Can you get home and fill in the others? We need to put together some kind of plan to find Azazel.”
Samiel nodded.
“I’ll be back soon.”
He took off, flying north toward home. I hadn’t realized he was in love with Chloe. Maybe he hadn’t realized it himself, until she was taken.
“Let’s walk,” J.B. said. “The office isn’t that far from here. We can unveil once we get across the street.”
“Okay,” I said, sensing that he needed some time to brood. I did, too. Even though I’d disavowed any relationship with Azazel, it’s hard to acknowledge that the person who fathered you is responsible for organizing the killing of dozens of people. Beezle would no doubt tell me that I was being absurd, but I felt a little tainted. Like I had bad blood in me.
“You are being absurd,” I muttered to myself. Because if I had bad blood, then so did my baby. And I refused to have either one of our lives dictated by the actions of our forebears.
“Did you say something?” J.B. asked as we walked in the shadow of the Sears Tower.
Far above us the red safety lights of the tower glowed. Most of the restaurants that served the nine-to-five crowd were closed up for the night. I could see workers through the windows at Starbucks mopping the floor and cleaning the espresso machines.
“Nothing,” I said. “Just thinking out loud.”
“You should probably know that I received an official missive from Titania shortly after I talked to you,” J.B. said.
“And?”
“She’s holding me responsible for your behavior in her court.”
“Well, that’s just dumb. I flat-out told them that I represented nobody but myself.”
“It’s apparently my fault that the situation escalated because I didn’t punish you immediately as I was supposed to,” he said.
“And it’s your fault that I don’t file paperwork on time and let souls get lost, too, I suppose,” I said.
“That’s how the Agency sees it,” J.B. said.
“I know I keep saying this, but I’m sorry,” I said.
“You’re sorry, but you won’t change, either,” he said.
“I’m not changing for anyone, especially not the faerie queen. Or the Agency. Upper management can take this job and stick it up their butt, as far as I’m concerned.”
“Titania has ordered me to appear in her court next month to receive my punishment for your actions. On Valentine’s Day,” he said.
I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, tugging J.B.’s sleeve so that he would stop. A man walking behind us huffed as he was forced to take one step sideways to go around us.
“You’re not going, right?” I said.
J.B. shook his head at me. “I have to.”
“No,” I said, grabbing his shoulders. “You don’t have to. You have to stop thinking that way. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“The alternative is to watch her hound you until you’re dead,” J.B. said. “Do you think that’s acceptable to me?”
“Do you think it’s acceptable to me that you are going there to be tortured and quite probably killed in my place?” I shouted. “And what makes you think she’ll leave me alone even if you do nobly sacrifice yourself? She’s already proven that no agreement is sacred to her. She’ll kill you and then come after me anyway.”
“I love you,” he said, and I froze.
“I love you,” he repeated. “So I will do whatever I think is necessary to keep you safe.”
“J.B.,” I said, closing my eyes.
He took both of my hands in his. “Don’t say anything. Don’t tell me that I’m just a friend to you. Don’t tell me that you still love Gabriel. Just don’t. I know all those things, but it doesn’t change the way I feel. And it can’t change the fact that I’ll always look at you and think that if I had just tried sooner, if I just stopped being afraid that you would say no, that you might be mine now instead of grieving him.”
“What can I say when you tell me things like that?” I asked, my heart breaking for both of us.
“Tell me that you’ll keep yourself safe, that you’ll stop taking crazy risks,” he said.
“I can’t promise that. My enemies will make sure of that.”
He put his hand on my face, on the white scars that covered my cheek. I nestled my head in his hand for a moment; then I pulled away.
“If you insist on going to Titania’s court, you’re not going alone,” I said.
“You don’t need to piss her off any more than you already have,” J.B. said.
“You’re not going alone,” I repeated. “Besides, I think I have an ally in court. Maybe. Possibly. Of course, his help comes with a price.”
We started walking again and I told J.B. about Puck. When I finished he seemed stunned.
“Why would Puck take an interest in you?”
“That seems to be the question of the hour,” I said as we approached the front doors of the Agency.
“Puck never takes an interest in anything except himself, and maybe Titania,” J.B. said as we entered the lobby.
We had to go through the usual screening process—biometric scan, metal detector, abandonment of anything that resembled a weapon. I was glad I’d left Lucifer’s sword at home. It really bothered me to leave it with security. And now that the Agency management had decided I was persona non grata, it was possible that they might decide to confiscate it, and then I’d really be up a creek. That sword had saved my life more times than I could count.
“I don’t know why he’s interested in me,” I said as we entered the elevator just past the reception desk. “But I should tell you that I’m not certain he’s a faerie. Or at least, not only a faerie.”
“What do you think he is?” J.B. asked.
“He told me that he was older than Titania and Oberon, and said he’d been Lucifer’s enemy forever,” I said. “What could possibly be as old as Lucifer?”
J.B. looked troubled. “Not a lot.”
“That’s what I was thinking, too. Either he’s an angel or a demon in disguise, or he’s some creature we’ve never seen before.”
“Why would a creature of such power hide himself in Titania and Oberon’s court for centuries? Why would he pretend to be inferior to them?” J.B. asked as the elevator rose to our floor.
I shrugged. “You got me. Apparently I don’t think the right way. Every time I turn around I find machinations
