'No!' Ivy shouted. 'I won't let shit for brains run over you. It isn't going to happen!'
I rubbed my temples, thinking that actually this was a lot easier than what we'd originally planned. 'Ivy —'
'No!'
Nick made a frustrated noise, gesturing at nothing. 'I'm not going to kill Rachel!' he exclaimed. 'I love her, but if the only way to make her safe is to run her over with a Mack truck, then I, by God, am going to be the one to do it!'
Ivy looked at him as if she had eaten a pile of crap—or maybe she was looking at him as if he was a pile of crap. 'You don't know the meaning of love—Nick.'
I was shaking inside. Having Nick run into me instead of Jenks wasn't what I had planned, but it would work. Swallowing, I turned to the kitchen. He could use the regular disguise charm already made up. Oh God. What was I doing?
Ivy took a deep breath. 'Rachel. I don't trust him.'
'When did you ever?' I sat at the table before everyone saw me shake. 'I'll be fine. Putting me with Peter will ensure they believe the statue burned with the truck. This is the best plan we have. I don't want to have to do this again if they realize that the statue wasn't destroyed.'
Nick shifted from foot to foot and ran a hand over his stubble. 'I'll fix the air bag,' he said, apparently deciding I was going to get my way. 'And the NOS,' he added.
Suddenly I was a lot more nervous. 'Are they watching?' I asked, meaning the Weres across the street.
Jenks made a soft chirp of a whistle, and Jax came out of hiding to land on his shoulder.
'Yeah,' Nick said, head down. 'But from the conversation Jax has been catching, they think I'm modifying the NOS tanks in case I need to leave in a hurry.' He swallowed to make his Adam's apple move. 'I rigged it to explode on impact, but I'll disengage that too. I'll set up a button for you to push after you get out.'
Jenks looked at Ivy, then stood up, heading for the door. 'We've got four hours. I'll make sure it's not going to explode until you want it to,' he said.
Nick's expression clouded. 'I know what I'm doing.'
'Jax?' Shoulders hunched, Jenks never slowed down on his way to the door. 'Come on. You should know how to rig a radio signal.'
I felt better knowing Jenks was good with explosives too. Nick jiggled on his feet, looking as if he wanted to give me a hug but knew better, then followed Jenks out. The door opened, and I saw three street Weres across the way, yawning as they leaned against their little tricked-out car with wax paper cups of coffee in their grips. It had been cold this morning, but they looked warm enough now that the sun was high, and sun glinted on their bare shoulders and multiple tattoos.
Ivy scowled at them before looking at Nick's retreating back. 'If Rachel gets hurt, you won't have to worry about Weres killing you because I'll find you first, little thief.'
My gut clenched. She would go along with it. It was done. I was going to be with Peter when Jenks plowed into us. 'I'll be fine,' I said, feeling my pulse quicken. 'Between the air bag and the charm, it will be like I'm riding in God's arms.'
The door closed behind Nick, Jenks, and Jax, the slice of afternoon sun vanishing as if it had never existed. Ivy turned, bare feet silent as she limped to her room. 'What if God wants you home early?'
Thirty-two
A witch, a vampire, and a pixy walk into a bar, I thought as I led the way into the Squirrel's End. It was early, and the sun had yet to set when the door swung shut behind Jenks, sealing us in the warm air smelling faintly of smoke. Immediately Nick yanked it open to come in behind us. And there's the punch line.
Ivy's lips were pressed tight as she took in the low-ceilinged room, scanning it for Audrey and Peter. It was Friday night, and already busy. From across the room, Becky, our waitress from before, recognized us and waved. Ivy responded with an empty look, making the woman go uncertain. 'There,' Ivy said, nodding to an empty table in the darkest corner.
I unzipped my coat and shook my new bracelet from Kisten down. 'You're an Inderland ambassador,' I said. 'Make an effort.'
Ivy turned to me, her sharply defined eyebrows high. Jenks snickered as she forced the edges of her lips to curl upward. She had put on some makeup, seeing as we were out here for a last supper kind a thing, and she looked more predatorial than usual in her leather pants, clingy shirt, and boots. She and Jenks had ridden over in Kisten's Corvette since she would not get in the van with me, and she smoothed a hand over her short hair to make sure every strand was in place. Drops of gold glittered from her lobes, and I wondered why she was wearing them.
It was obvious she wasn't happy about Nick driving the truck into me, but her logic told her my emotionally charged modifications wouldn't only make it more believable, but logistically easier. Relying on Nick had us both worried, but sometimes intuition had to take a backseat. That was when I usually got in trouble.
'They aren't here yet,' she said, showing how worried she was by stating the obvious.
Jenks adjusted the collar of his jacket to hide his tension with a smooth casualness. 'We're early,' he said. Unlike Ivy, he was handling the stress well. He smiled at the women turning to look at him, and there were quite a few jostling their tablemates' elbows and pointing him out. Running my eyes over Jenks, I could see why.
He was still an eyeful at six-foot-four, especially now that he was acting his size. He had on his aviator jacket, and with his sunglasses and one of the Were's caps turned inside out, he looked good—damn good in an individualistic, innocent sort of way.
'Ah, why don't we go sit?' I suggested, becoming uncomfortable at the giggles. Whoo-hoo! The Inderland nymphos are here! Who brought the pistachio pudding?
We pushed into motion, and Ivy snagged Nick's elbow. 'Get some water for Rachel and an orange juice for me,' she said, her white fingers gripping him tighter than was polite or necessary. 'Just orange juice. I don't want anything in it. Understand?'
Nick jerked out of her hold. He never would have managed it if she hadn't let him. Frowning, he shook his cloth coat out and went to the bar. He knew he was being gotten rid of.
Nick fit in well here, and it wasn't just the human/Inderland thing. The bar was replete with skinny women in skimpy outfits, chunky women in skimpy outfits, women who never let their glass hit the table and looked old before they should in skimpy outfits, and men in fleece shirts and jeans who looked desperate. Facial hair optional. Oh yeah, this was a great place to eat before I bit the big one.
Maybe I was a little depressed.
A woman in a red dress cut too low for her hips waved to Jenks. She was standing by the karaoke machine, and I rolled my eyes when it started playing 'American Woman.' Jenks grinned, heading off in that direction until Ivy dragged him backward to the table.
The woman at the machine pouted. Ivy fixed a look on her, whereupon the woman went ashen. Her girlfriend got scared and pulled her to the bar as if Ivy was going to drain the both of them. Irritated at their ignorance, I hiked my bag higher and plodded after Ivy and Jenks.
My fingers were starting to sweat, but I couldn't let go of my shoulder bag. Inside it was the defunct focus and the wolf statue. The real focus was sandwiched between Jenks's silk boxers at the motel, though only Jenks and I knew it. I'd have told Ivy, but leaving it unattended didn't fit in with her plan, and I wasn't up to arguing with her. Nick wanted the focus. I had to believe he'd steal anything I was protecting. God, please prove me wrong?
In my bag with the two fakes was half of my inertia-dampening curse. Nick had the other half and would be putting it on the grille of the Mack truck. When they got close, they would take effect and muffle my motions. Nick had his own inertia-dampening curse along with a normal disguise charm and the two illegal charms to make him into Peter's doppelganger and vice versa. I wouldn't dare use them in Cincinnati, where bouncers wore spell-check amulets as a matter of course, but I could get away with it here. Small-town life clearly had advantages, but having to educate the locals would get tedious.
