look at him. His eyes were brown and his lips were thin, and when he smiled, the expression encompassed both of them, full and honest. There was some Asian heritage in his not-too-distant past, giving him straight black hair and a small nose and mouth.
He ducked his head, seemingly embarrassed. 'No thanks needed. I had to do something to redeem all men for that line.' His strong-jawed face took on a false sincerity. 'What're your other two wishes?' he asked, chuckling.
I laughed, ending it by looking at the craps table as I thought of my big teeth.
'My name is Lee,' he said, stepping into the silence before it became awkward.
'Rachel,' I said, relieved when he extended his hand. He smelled like sand and redwood, and he slipped his thin fingers into my grip to meet my pressure with an equal force. Our hands yanked apart and my eyes jerked to his when a slip of ley line energy equalized between us.
'Sorry,' he said as he tucked his hand behind his back. 'One of us must be low.'
'It's probably me,' I said, refusing to wipe my hand. 'I don't keep line energy in my familiar.'
Lee's eyebrows rose. 'Really? I couldn't help but notice you looking at the security.'
Now I was really embarrassed, and I took a sip of my drink and turned to lean with my elbows on the upper railing about the table. 'That was an accident,' I said as the amber dice rolled past. 'I didn't mean to trip the alarms. I was just trying to get a closer look at—um—you,' I finished, certainly as red at my hair. Oh God, I was screwing this up royally.
But Lee seemed amused, his teeth white in his suntanned face. 'Me too.'
His accent was nice. West Coast, perhaps? I couldn't help but like his easy demeanor, but when he took a sip of his white wine, my gaze fixed to his wrist peeping from behind his cuff and my heart seemed to stop. It was scarred. It was scarred exactly like mine. 'You have a demon sca—' His eyes jerked to mine, and my words cut off. 'Sorry.'
Lee's attention flicked to the nearby patrons. None seemed to have heard. 'It's okay,' he said softly, his brown eyes pinched. 'I got it by accident.'
I put my back against the railing, understanding now why my demon-tainted aura hadn't scared him off. 'Don't we all?' I said, surprised when he shook his head. My thoughts went to Nick, and I bit my lower lip.
'How did you get yours?' he asked, and it was my turn to be nervous.
'I was dying. He saved me. I owe him for safe passage through the lines.' I didn't think it necessary to tell Lee that I was the demon's familiar. 'How about you?'
'Curiosity.' Eyes squinting, he frowned at a past memory.
Curious myself, I gave him another once-over. I wouldn't say Al's real name and break the contract we had come to when I had bought a summoning name from him, but I wanted to know if it was the same demon. 'Hey, uh, does yours wear crushed green velvet?' I asked.
Lee jerked. His brown eyes went wide under his sharply cut bangs, and then a smile born of shared trouble came over him. 'Yes. He talks in a British accent—'
'And has a thing for frosting and french fries?' I interrupted.
Lee ducked his head and chuckled. 'Yes, when he isn't morphing into my father.'
'How about that?' I said, feeling an odd kinship. 'It's the same one.'
Tugging his sleeve down to cover the mark, Lee rested his side against the craps table. 'You seem to have a knack for ley lines,' he said. 'Are you taking instruction from him?'
'No,' I said forcefully. 'I'm an earth witch.' I twiddled my finger with my ring amulet and touched the cord of the one around my neck that was supposed to defrizz my hair.
His attention went from the scar on my wrist to the ceiling. 'But you…' he drawled.
I shook my head and sipped my drink, my back to the game. 'I told you it was an accident. I'm not a ley line witch. I took a class is all. Well, half of one. The instructor died before the class was finished.'
He blinked in disbelief. 'Dr. Anders?' he blurted. 'You had a class with Dr. Anders?'
'You knew her?' I pulled myself straighter.
'I've heard of her.' He leaned close. 'She was the best ley line witch east of the Mississippi. I came out here to take classes from her. She was supposed to be the best.'
'She was,' I said, depressed. She was going to help get Nick unbound as my familiar. Now, not only was the spell book gone, but she was dead and all her knowledge with her. I jerked upright as I realized I had been wool gathering. 'So, you're a student?' I asked.
Lee rested his elbows on the rail, watching the dice skitter and roll behind me. 'Road scholar,' he said shortly. 'I got my degree years ago from Berkeley.'
'Oh, I'd love to see the coast some time,' I said, playing with my necklace and wondering how much of this conversation had turned into exaggeration. 'Doesn't the salt make everything difficult?'
He shrugged. 'Not so much for ley line witches. I feel bad for earth witches, locked into a path that has no power.'
My mouth dropped open. No power? Hardly. Earth magic's strength stemmed from ley lines as much as ley line witches' spells. That it was filtered through plants made it more forgiving, and perhaps slower, but no less powerful. There wasn't a ley line charm written that could physically change a person's form. Now that was power. Chalking it up to ignorance, I let it slide lest I drive him away before I got a chance to know just how big of a jerk he was, first.
'Look at me,' he said, clearly recognizing that he had stuck his foot so far down his throat that his toes might wiggle out of his ass. 'Here I am bothering you, when you probably want to play some before your boyfriend gets back.'
'He's not my boyfriend,' I said, not as excited as I could be for the subtle inquiry as to my attached status. 'I told him he couldn't take me out on a decent date for sixty dollars, and he accepted the challenge.'
Lee ran his eyes over the casino. 'How's it going?'
I sipped my drink, wishing the ice cream hadn't melted. Behind me there was a loud cheer as something good happened. 'Well, so far I've gotten sugared and passed out in a vamp dance club, insulted my roommate, and tripped the security system of a casino boat.' I lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. 'Not bad, I guess.'
'It's early yet.' Lee's gaze followed the rolling dice behind me. 'Can I buy you a drink? I've heard the house wine is good. Merlot, I think it is.'
I wondered where this was going. 'No thanks. Red wine…doesn't sit well with me.'
He chuckled. 'I'm not particularly fond of it either. It gives me migraines.'
'Me too,' I exclaimed softly, truly surprised.
Lee tossed his bangs from his eyes. 'Now, if I had said that, you would have accused me of dropping you a line.' I smiled, feeling shy all of a sudden, and he turned to the cheering at the table. 'You don't gamble, do you?' he said.
I glanced behind me and then back to him. 'It shows, huh?'
He put a hand on my shoulder and turned me around. 'They've rolled three fours in a row, and you haven't noticed,' he said softly, almost in my ear.
I did nothing to either discourage or encourage him, the sudden pounding of my heart not telling me what to do. 'Oh, is that unusual?' I said, trying to keep my voice light.
'Here,' he said, motioning to the craps man. 'New roller,' he called loudly.
'Oh, wait,' I protested. 'I don't even know how to bet.'
Not to be deterred, Lee took my little chip bucket and guided me to the head of the table. 'You roll, I'll bet for you.' He hesitated, brown eyes innocent. 'Is that…okay?'
'Sure,' I said, grinning. What did I care? Kisten had given me the chips. That he wasn't there to spend them with me wasn't my problem. Teaching me how to throw craps was what he was supposed to be doing, not some guy in a tux. Where was he, anyway?
I glanced over the assembled faces around the table as I took the dice. They felt slippery—like bone in my hand—and I shook them.
'Wait…' Lee reached out and took my hand in his. 'You have to kiss them first. But only once,' he said, his voice serious though his eyes glinted. 'If they think they'll get loved all the time, they won't put out.'
'Right,' I said, his hands falling when I pulled the dice to my lips but refused to touch them. I mean, really. Yuck. People shuffled their chips around, and heart faster than the game warranted, I threw the dice. I eyed Lee,
