and I won't let you do it.'
'What are you talking about?' Ivy stammered.
Nick leaned toward her, and I slumped unmoving between them. 'Rachel seems to think you moved in the same day she did,' he said. 'She might be interested to know all your magazines are addressed to you at the church.' I heard Ivy's quick intake of breath, and he added in an intent voice, 'How long have you been living here waiting for Rachel to quit? A month? A year? Are you hunting her slow, Tamwood? Hoping to making her your scion when you die? Doing a little long-term planning, are we? Is that it?'
I struggled to turn my head from Nick's chest so I could hear better. I tried to think, but I was so confused. Ivy had moved in the same day I did, hadn't she? Her computer hadn't been hooked up to the net yet, and she had all those boxes in her room. How come her magazines had the church's address on them? My thoughts went to the perfect witch-garden out back and the spell books in the attic complete with alibi. God save me, I was a fool.
'No,' Ivy said softly. 'This isn't what it looks like. Please don't tell her. I can explain.'
Nick lurched into motion, jostling me as he went up the stone stairs. My memory was returning. Nick had made a deal with the demon. Nick had let it out. It had made me go to sleep. It had made me go through the ley lines. Damn. The slam of the sanctuary door jolted me, and I moaned at the pulse of pain.
'She's coming around,' Ivy said tersely, her voice echoing. 'Put her in the living room.'
My stomach dropped as Nick crouched. I felt the gentle give of the cushions beneath my head. My breath hissed as Nick pulled his arms out from under me. There was the click of the table lamp, and I puckered my face at the sudden warmth and glare through my closed eyelids.
'Rachel?'
It was close, and someone gently touched my face.
'Rachel.' The room got quiet. It was the hush that really woke me up. I opened my eyes, squinting to see Nick kneeling beside me. Blood still seeped from under his hairline, and a dried rivulet of it flaked from his jawline and neck. His hair was mussed and disheveled, and his brown eyes were pinched. He was a mess. Ivy was behind him, close in worry.
'It's you,' I whispered, feeling light-headed and unreal. Nick leaned back with a relieved puff. 'Can I have some water?' I rasped. 'I don't feel so good.'
Ivy leaned forward to eclipse the light. Her eyes rove over me with a professional detachment that cracked when she lifted the edge of Nick's makeshift bandage on my neck. Her eyes went puzzled. 'It's almost stopped bleeding.'
'Love, trust, and pixy dust,' I slurred, and Ivy nodded.
Nick got to his feet. 'I'll call an ambulance.'
'No!' I exclaimed. I tried to sit up, forced back by fatigue and Nick's hands. 'I'll get tagged there. The I.S. knows I'm alive.' I fell back panting. The bruise on my face where the demon hit me pulsed in time with my heart. A twin throb came from my arm. I was dizzy. My shoulder hurt when I inhaled, and the room darkened when I exhaled.
'Jenks dusted her,' Ivy said, as if that explained everything. 'As long as she doesn't start bleeding again, she probably won't get any worse. I'll get a blanket.' She rose with that eerie, fast grace of hers. She was going vampy, and I was in no condition to do anything about it.
I looked at Nick as she left. He seemed ill. The demon had tricked him. We had gotten home as promised, but now a demon was loose in Cincinnati when all Nick had needed to do was wait for Jenks and Ivy.
'Nick?' I breathed.
'What? What can I do?' His voice was worried and soft, tinged with guilt.
'You're an ass. Help me sit up.'
He winced. With hands hesitant and cautious, he helped me inch my way up until my back was against the arm of the couch. I sat and stared at the ceiling while the black spots danced and quivered until they went away. Taking a slow breath, I looked at myself.
Blood splattered my dress where it showed past my coat draped over me like a blanket. Maybe now I could throw it away. A brown film of blood had stuck my nylons to my feet. My arm with the bite looked gray where it wasn't streaked with sticky blood. The hem of Nick's shirt was still tied around my wrist, and blood dripped wetly from it with the speed of a dripping faucet: prink, plink, plink. Maybe Jenks had run out of dust before he got to it. My other arm was swollen, and my shoulder felt like it was broken. The room got too cold, then hot. I stared at Nick, feeling myself go distant and unreal.
'Oh, shit,' he muttered, glancing at the hallway. 'You're going to pass out again.' He grasped my ankles and slowly pulled me down until my head was supported by the arm of the couch. 'Ivy!' he shouted. 'Where's that blanket?'
I stared at the ceiling until it stopped spinning. Nick stood hunched in a corner with his back to me, one hand clenched about his middle, the other holding his head. 'Thanks,' I whispered, and he turned.
'What for?' His voice was bitter, and he looked ragged with dried blood on his face. His hands were black with it, the lines on his palms showing a stark white.
'For doing what you thought was best.' I shivered under my coat.
He smiled sickly, his pale face going longer. 'There was so much blood. I guess I panicked. Sorry.' His gaze went to the hallway, and I wasn't surprised when Ivy strode in with a blanket over one arm, a stack of pink towels under the other, and a pan of water in her hands.
Unease overwhelmed my pain. I was still bleeding. 'Ivy?' I quavered.
'What?' she snapped as she set the towels and water on the coffee table and tucked the blanket around me as if I was a child.
I swallowed hard, trying to get a good look at her eyes. 'Nothing,' I said meekly as she straightened and backed away. Apart from being paler than usual, she looked okay. I didn't think I could handle it if she vamped out on me. I was helpless.
The blanket was warm about my chin, and the light from the lamp piercing. I shivered as she sat on the coffee table and pulled the water closer. I wondered at the color of the towels until I realized pink didn't show old bloodstains.
'Ivy?' My voice edged into panic as she reached for the cloth pressed against my neck.
Her hand dropped, her perfect face going angry and insulted. 'Don't be stupid, Rachel. Let me look at your neck.'
She reached out again, and I shirked back. 'No!' I cried as I jerked away. The demon's face flashed before me, mirroring hers. I hadn't been able to fight it. It almost killed me. Remembered terror soared high, and I found the strength to sit up. The pain in my neck seemed to cry out for release, for a return to that exquisite mix of pain and craving the vamp saliva had offered. It shocked and frightened me. Ivy's pupils swelled until her eyes went black.
Nick stepped between us, covered in drying blood and smelling of spent fear. 'Back off, Tamwood,' he threatened. 'You're not touching her if you're pulling an aura.'
'Relax, rat boy,' Ivy exclaimed. 'I'm not pulling an aura, I'm as mad as all hell. And I wouldn't bite Rachel right now even if she begged me. She stinks of infection.'
That was more than I wanted to know. But her eyes were back to her normal brown as she wavered between anger and the need to be understood. I felt a flush of guilt. Ivy hadn't pinned me to the wall and bit me. Ivy hadn't taunted me, driving her teeth into me. Ivy hadn't sucked at my neck, moaning in pleasure as she held me down while I struggled. Damn it. It. Hadn't. Been. Her.
Still, Nick stood between us. 'It's all right, Nick,' I said, my voice trembling. He knew why I was afraid. 'It's all right.' I looked past him to Ivy. 'I'm sorry. Please—look at it?'
Immediately Ivy seemed to lose her tension. She scooted closer with a quick, vindicated motion as Nick stepped out of the way. I let out my held breath as she gently worked at the soggy fabric. 'Okay,' Ivy warned. 'This may tug a little.'
'Ouch!' I cried as it pulled when she lifted, then I bit my lip to keep from doing it again. Ivy set the ugly wad on the table beside her. My stomach twisted. It was black with moist blood, and I swear there were bits of flesh sticking to the inside of it. I shivered at the cold feel of air on my neck. There was the shivery sensation of a slow
