worry. She was ticked. Big surprise there.
'Rachel,' Nick breathed, holding out his hands as if I would take them. I stopped, and his hands fell.
'I wouldn't touch a strange man like that,' I said, reminding him that he was still under a disguise. 'Especially one that just hit me.'
His eyes flicked to my dental-floss stitches, and my face warmed. He saw me stiffen, then forced his face smooth. Though he looked nothing like himself, I could tell it was him. Not only was there his voice, but I could see Nick in little mannerisms that only an ex-lover might notice: the twitch of a muscle, the curve of a finger—the glint of annoyance in his eye.
'My God,' he said again, softer. 'That was the hardest thing I've ever done. Are you okay? Are you sure you're not hurt?'
Hardest thing he'd ever done? I thought bitterly, the entire right side of my body sticky with Peter's blood. All he had done was hit me with a truck. I had held Peter while he died, knowing it was wrong but the only thing that would be right.
'The remote doesn't work, Nick,' I said shortly, watching for his tells. 'You know anything about that?'
Eyes wide in an emotion I couldn't read, he looked at my bag, telling me he'd seen me put the remote in it. 'What do you mean, it doesn't work? It's got to work!'
He reached for it, and I grunted when Jenks yanked me back. My sneakers fumbled for purchase on the metal mesh. In a blink Ivy was between us. The nearby people were getting nervous—thinking we were going to take justice into our own hands—and the Weres watched, evaluating whether this was a scam or a real accident. Peter's body was lying on the pavement, looking like Nick. Someone had covered him with a coat, and a part of me hunched into itself and cried.
'Don't touch me,' I all but hissed, hurting but ready to slug Nick. 'You did this, didn't you? You think you're going to get that empty artifact and sell it to them. You'll be in hiding, so they'll come after me when they find out it's not real. It's not going to happen. I won't let you. This is my life you're screwing over, not just yours.'
Nick shook his head. 'That's not it. You've got to believe me, Ray-ray.'
Shaking from adrenaline, I turned sideways. I didn't like having my back to the truck with the empty focus in it. Ivy had been watching it—along with Nick—but there were too many Weres lurking as accident witnesses for my liking. 'Have a good life, Nick,' I said. 'Don't include me in it.' Ivy and Jenks flanked me, and we walked away. What was I going to do?
'I hope you're happy as Ivy's shadow,' he said loudly, his voice full of a vitriolic hatred that he'd probably been denying since Ivy first asked me to be her scion.
I turned, my bandaged hand atop my neck hiding my stitches. 'We aren't…I'm not—' He had just blown our cover. Son of a bitch…
Three official-looking cars pulled up using the unopened northbound lane, their rear-window lights flashing amber and blue: two FIB, one I.S. The truck wasn't burning yet. Shit on crap, could it get any worse?
Looking like himself even with the disguise, Nick slumped against the panel of the white Mack truck and held his bleeding knee. His mocking gaze flicked to the cars behind us, their doors slamming shut and loud orders being given to secure the vehicle and get the rubberneckers moving. Three officers headed for us.
'You're rat piss,' Jenks said suddenly to Nick. 'No, you're the guy who puts rat piss on his breakfast cereal. We save your worthless human ass, and this is how you thank her? If you come back, I'll kill you myself. You're a foul pile of fairy crap that won't grow stones.'
Nick's face went ugly. 'I stole a statue,' he said. 'She killed someone and twisted a demon curse to hide that she still has it. I'd say I'm better than a foul, demon-marked witch.'
I sputtered, pulse pounding as I felt myself go light-headed. Damn him!
Ivy leapt at Nick. Jenks yanked her back, using her shifting momentum to swing himself into Nick. Hands made into fists, Jenks punched him solidly on his jaw.
I took a gasping breath, and the I.S. guys turned their walk into a run. Angry, but with a modicum of restraint compared to Jenks, I got in Nick's face. 'You sorry-assed bastard!' I shouted, spitting hair out of my mouth. 'You ran into us!'
I wanted to say more, but Nick pushed himself at me. Jenks was still holding him, and all three of us went down. Instinct kept my hands before my face, and the bandages on my palms were the only thing that saved my skin. Pain shot through my ribs and hands as I hit the grating. The cold metal pressed into my leg where my jeans were torn.
'Get off her!' Ivy snarled. She yanked Nick up and away, and suddenly I could breathe again I looked up in time to see him spin into Jenks. Like a choreographed dance, Jenks cocked his fist and this time connected right under his jaw. Nick's eyes rolled up and he crumpled.
'Damn, that felt good,' the pixy said, shaking his hand as a thick I.S. officer grabbed his shoulders. 'You know how long I've wanted to do that?' he said, letting the men drag him off. 'Being big is good.'
Shaking so hard I felt I might fall apart, I got up, bobbing my head at the FIB officer's unheard questions and obediently going where he directed me, but I lost it when a hand closed on my arm.
'Rachel, no!' Ivy shouted, and I turned my spin-and-kick into a spin-and-hair-toss. Adrenaline cleared my thoughts, and I took a painfully deep breath. The man released me, knowing I had almost landed one on him. His mustache bunched and his eyebrows were high, questioning, as he looked at me with new eyes.
'He killed him!' I shouted for the benefit of the watching Weres and starting to cry like a distraught girlfriend. 'He killed him! He's dead!'
The sad reality was the tears leaking from me weren't that hard to dredge up. How could Nick say that to me even in anger? A foul, demon-marked witch. He had called me a foul demon-marked witch. My sense of betrayal rose higher, cementing my anger.
Jenks wiggled out of the grip of the two men holding him, and as they shouted and tried to catch him, he darted for my bag on the pavement. Grinning, he tucked my phone and my wallet inside before shaking everything down. I wasn't sure, but I think the remote went through the grating, and I breathed easier.
An I.S. officer grabbed him, cuffing him before shoving him back into our little group. The man shuffled through my bag before returning it to me. I thought it better to let the stone-faced guy have his way than bring up my rights.
'Thanks,' I muttered to Jenks, feeling my ribs ache as I looped the strap over my shoulder. I looked at Nick's wrecked truck as we passed. The artifact was still there, thanks to an excited FIB guy in a brown suit keeping everyone back.
'My pleasure,' he said, limping.
'I meant for hitting him.'
'So did I.'
The I.S. officer at my elbow frowned, but when he saw the covered body, he seemed to ease. Jenks had punched Nick, not done anything permanent. Like killing him. 'Ma'am,' the officer said. 'I'd ask you to stay away from the other party until we get this sorted out.'
Party. Yeah, this was one big joke. 'Yes, sir,' I said, then stiffened when he slipped one of those plastic- coated charmed-silver wraps on my wrist and tightened it with a slick motion.
Damn it all to hell. 'Hey!' I protested, feeling abused as Jenks and Ivy exchanged tired looks. 'I'm fine! I'm not going to hurt anyone. I can't even do ley line magic.' Not on this bridge anyway. The officer shook his head, and I felt trapped, the weight of Kisten's bracelet caught between my skin and the restraint. 'Can I sit with…with my boyfriend?' I managed a warble in my voice, and the beefy man put a comforting hand on my shoulder.
'Yes, ma'am,' he said, his voice softening. 'They're taking him to the hospital to pronounce him. You can ride with him if you want. I'm sorry. He looked like a nice guy.'
Plan A for getting the wacko witch off the accident scene. Right out of the handbook. 'Thank you,' I said, wiping my eyes.
'You were the driver, ma'am?' he asked as we walked, and when I nodded, he added, 'May I see your license?'
Aw, shit. 'Yes, sir,' I said, fumbling in my bag for it. In five minutes the Cincinnati branch of the I.S. would be telling him all about me. We halted at the back of a black I.S. blazer, the tailgate down to show an open kennel. There was a dog out here? Behind me, I heard Ivy and Jenks telling the officers with them that they were my roommates. Oh God. Ivy's Brimstone. I probably smelled like an addict. Accident. Points. What if they took my
