of finery to all his lovers as a not-so-subtle show of his conquests to those in the know. Ivy had one. So did Candice, the vamp who had tried to kill me last solstice. I especially liked the little skull charm he had on it, but maybe this wasn't such a good club after all.
'A kitten?' Kisten said. 'No shit!'
Jingling the metallic skull and heart together, I chuckled. 'Yeah.' I took a bite of my pizza. 'Fed her butterfly pupa in return for her keeping him warm,' I added around my full mouth.
'Her?' he asked, the disbelief clear in his voice.
'Her name is Rex,' I said brightly, shaking my new charm bracelet down. What else would a nine-year-old pixy name a predator a hundred times his size? Eyeing Jenks holding the somnolent kitten, my eyebrows rose. 'You want a cat?'
He laughed, the miles between us vanishing. 'I'm living on my boat, Rachel.'
'Cats can live on boats,' I said, glad he had moved out of Piscary's quarters when Skimmer moved in. That he docked his two-story yacht at the restaurant's quay was close enough. 'Hey, uh, how is Ivy?' I asked softly, shifting to drape the back of my knees over the arm of the green chair.
Kisten's sigh was worrisome. 'Skimmer's been at the church since you left.'
Tension stiffened my shoulders. He was fishing to find out if I was jealous; I could hear it. 'Really,' I said lightly, but my face went cold when I studied my feelings, wondering if the faint annoyance was from jealousy or the idea that someone was in my church, eating at my table, using my ceramic spelling spoons for making brownies. I threw the half-eaten slice of pizza back into the box.
'She's falling into old patterns,' he said, making me feel even better. 'I can see it. She knows it's happening, but she can't stop it. Rachel, Ivy needs you here so she doesn't forget what she wants.'
My jaw stiffened when my thoughts swung to our conversation beside his van. After living with Ivy for almost a year, I had seen the marks Piscary's manipulations had left on her thoughts and reactions, though not knowing how they had gotten there. Hearing how bad it had been twisted my stomach. I couldn't believe she'd ever return to it voluntarily, even if Skimmer opened the door and tried to shove her through it. Kisten was overreacting. 'Ivy is not going to fall apart because I'm not there. God, Kisten. Give the woman some credit.'
'She's vulnerable.'
Frowning, I swung my feet to kick repeatedly at the curtains. Jenks had put his ailing plant on the table, and it was looking better already. 'She's the most powerful living vampire in Cincinnati,' I said.
'Which is why she's vulnerable.'
I said nothing, knowing he was right. 'It's only a few days,' I said, wishing I didn't have to do this over the stinking phone. 'We're heading back as soon as we get Nick.'
Jenks made a harsh grunt of sound, and I pulled my eyes from his plant. 'Since when were we going to get Nick?' he said, his youthful face holding anger. 'We came for Jax. We got him. Tomorrow we leave.'
Surprised, my eyes widened. 'Ah, Kist, can I call you back?'
He sighed, clearly having heard Jenks. 'Sure,' he said, sounding resigned that I wasn't coming home until Nick was safe. 'Talk to you later. Love you.'
My heart gave a pound, and I heard the words again in my thoughts. Love you. He did. I knew it to the core of my being.
'I love you too,' I said softly. I could have breathed it and he would have heard.
The connection broke and I turned the phone off. It needed recharging, and as I gathered my thoughts for the coming argument with Jenks, I dug my adapter out of my bag and plugged it in. I turned, finding Jenks standing in his Peter Pan pose, hands on his hips and his feet spread wide. It had lost its effectiveness now that he was six- feet-four. But seeing as he was still in those black tights, he could stand anyway he wanted.
Rex was on the floor, blinking sleepily up at him with innocent kitten eyes. Jax took the opportunity to dart to the kitchen, alighting on one of the plastic cups in their little cellophane sleeves. Eyes wide, he watched us between bites of the nasty concoction of bee pollen and maple syrup his dad had made for him a moment after we walked in the door.
'I'm not leaving without Nick,' I said, forcing my jaw to unclench. He hadn't left me. He thought I had died. And he needed help.
Jenks's face hardened. 'He lured my son away. He taught him how to be a thief, and not even a good thief. He taught him to be a two-bit crappy thief who got caught!'
I hesitated, unsure if he was upset about the thief part or the bad thief part. Deciding it didn't matter, I took my own Peter Pan pose, pointing aggressively to the parking lot. 'That van isn't turning south until we are all in it.'
From the kitchen, Jax made an attention-getting clatter of wings. 'They're going to kill him, Dad. He's all beat up. They want it, and they're going to keep beating on him until he tells them where it is or he dies.'
Turning, Jenks scooped Rex up when the small predator realized where Jax was and began stalking him again. 'Want what?' he said warily.
Jax froze in his reach for another cake of bee pollen and syrup. 'Uh…' he stammered, wings moving in blurred spurts.
At that, I collapsed back into my chair and stared at the ceiling. 'Look,' I said, legs stretched out and tired. 'Whatever happened, happened. Jenks, I'm sorry you're mad at Nick, and if you want to sit here and watch TV while I save Nick's ass, I won't think any less of you.' His fingers caressing Rex froze, and I knew I'd hit a nerve. 'But Nick saved my life,' I said, crossing my knees as a feeling of guilt passed through me. He saved my life, and I shack up with the first guy who shows an interest. 'I can't walk away.'
Jenks shifted forward and back, his need to move obvious and odd now that he was full-sized and dressed in that far-too-distracting skintight outfit. Wishing he'd put something on over it, I pulled the map of the area I had bought in the motel office out from under the pizza box and opened it up. The crackle of map paper swung my thoughts to Ivy, and my worry tightened. Skimmer was sleeping over?
Skimmer was Piscary's lawyer, out from the West Coast and top of her class, eminently comfortable in using manipulation to get what she wanted. Ivy didn't want a vampiric lifestyle, but Skimmer didn't care. She just wanted Ivy, and if what Kisten had said was true, she didn't mind screwing Ivy's mental state up to get her. That alone was enough to make me hate the intelligent woman.
It hadn't surprised me to find that Skimmer was responsible for part of Ivy's problems. The two had undoubtedly run wild, gaining a reputation for savage bloodletting mixed liberally with aggressive sex. It was no wonder Ivy had twined the emotions of love and the ecstasy of bloodletting together so tightly that they were one in her mind. Back then, she was vulnerable and alone for the first time in her life, with Skimmer undoubtedly more than willing to help her explore the sophisticated vampiric bloodletting techniques Ivy had gained in the time Piscary had been at her. Piscary had probably planned it all, the bastard.
It wasn't a problem for a vampire that bloodletting was a way to show that they loved someone. But by the sounds of it, Piscary twisted that until the stronger Ivy's feelings of love were, the more savage she became. Piscary could take it—hell, he'd made her what she was—but Kisten had left her, and I wouldn't have been surprised if Ivy had killed someone she loved in a moment of passion. It would explain why she'd abstained from blood for three years, trying to separate her feelings of love from her blood lust. I wondered if she had, then wondered what kind of a hell Ivy lived in where the more she loved someone, the more likely she would hurt them.
Skimmer had no qualms about her deep affections toward Ivy, and though Ivy clearly loved her back, Skimmer represented everything that she was trying to escape. The more often Ivy shared blood with her past lover, the greater the chance that she would be lured into old patterns, savage bloodletting patterns that would rebound on her with a vengeance if she tried to love someone who wasn't as strong as she.
And I had just walked out, knowing Skimmer would probably step back in. God, I shouldn't have just left like that.
Just a few days, I reassured myself, moving the pizza box to the floor and clicking on the table lamp. 'Jax,' I said, arranging the map and pushing Jenks's recovering plant to the outskirts. 'You said they had him on an island. Which one?'
He might still love me. Do I still love him? Did I ever love him, really? Or had it just been that I loved his acceptance of me?
My bracelet hissed against the map, and Jax flitted close, landing to bring the bitter scent of maple syrup to
