from you?' she asked. 'That's where my run is.' Ivy glanced at me. 'You don't mind, do you, Rachel?'
Like I could really say anything? 'Go on,' I told her, moving to the stove and stirring the cooling pasta. My eyes drifted to the opened bottle of white wine. 'I'll give Ceri a call. Maybe she'll come over early.'
Ten to one they were both going to see Piscary. Why didn't they just come out with it?
'See you later, Rachel,' Skimmer said tightly, then headed to the front, her boots loud.
Ivy pulled her purse across the table. My gaze dropped to her boots, and when I brought them back up, I saw a wisp of guilt. 'I won't do it,' she said. 'If I bite you, it'll blow everything we have into the ever-after.'
I shrugged, thinking she was right, but only if we were stupid about it. If she had been listening, then she also knew I was willing to wait. Besides, to think that I could satisfy all of her blood lust was insane. I didn't even want to try. I only wanted to prove that I accepted her the way she was. I'd just have to wait until she was ready to believe that.
'You'd better get going,' I said, not wanting her to be here when Minias showed up.
Ivy hesitated in the threshold. 'Lunch was a good idea.'
I shrugged without looking up, and after a moment's hesitation she walked out. My eyes followed her wet prints, and I frowned when I heard Ivy say defensively, 'I told you she did. You're lucky she didn't hit you with anything other than her foot.'
Tired, I slipped into my chair, the scent of cooked pasta, vinegar dressing, and grilled bread heavy in the air. I knew that Ivy wasn't going to move out of the church. Which meant the only way Skimmer was going to get Ivy all to herself was if I was dead.
How nice was that?
Six
I thunked the sauce off the spoon when I heard the front door open and Ceri's voice, soft in conversation. Jenks had gone to get her, having come in when Ivy and Skimmer left. He didn't like the thin blond vampire and had made himself scarce. It was after sunset and time to call Minias.
Ceri's steps were soft in the hallway, and I turned to her smile when her pleasant laughter at something Jenks said filled the kitchen. She was wearing a summery linen dress in three shades of purple, a matching ribbon holding her long, almost-transparent hair up off her neck against the moist heat. Jenks was on her shoulder to look like he belonged there, and Rex, Jenks's cat, was in her arms. The orange kitten was purring, her eyes closed and her paws wet with rain.
'Hello, Rachel,' the young-seeming woman said, her voice carrying the slow relaxation of a damp summer night. 'Jenks said you needed some company. Mmmm, is that herb bread?'
'Ivy and Skimmer were going to have lunch with me,' I said, turning to get two wineglasses. 'Ah…' I hedged, suddenly embarrassed and wondering if she had heard Skimmer and me… discussing things. 'It fell through, and now I've got a ton of food with only me to eat it.'
Ceri's green eyes pinched in worry, telling me she had. 'Nothing serious?'
I shook my head, thinking it could turn real serious real fast if Skimmer worked at it.
At that, the lithe elf smiled, sashaying to the cupboard for two plates as if it were her kitchen. 'I'd love to eat lunch with you. Keasley would be happy with fish sandwiches every night, but honestly, the man wouldn't know fine food if I put it on his tongue and chewed it for him.'
The chatter about nothing lured me into a better mood, and, relaxing, I fixed two plates of pasta in white sauce while Ceri made herself tea with the special leaf she kept over here. Jenks sat on her shoulder the entire time, and, watching them together, I remembered how Jih, his eldest daughter, had taken to Ceri. I couldn't help but wonder if elves and pixies had a history of coexistence. I'd always thought it odd that Trent went to such great lengths to keep pixies and fairies out of his personal gardens. Almost like an addict removing the source of temptation, rather than my first guess, that he simply feared they might literally smell him out as an elf.
It was with a restored calm that I followed Ceri to the sanctuary with my wineglass and plate to take advantage of the cooler space. Her tea was already on the coffee table between the suede couch and matching pair of armchairs in the corner. I didn't know how she could stand the stuff when it was hot, but, seeing her in her lightweight dress, I had to admit she looked cooler than I was in my shorts and chemise, even though I had more skin showing. Must be an elf thing. The cold didn't seem to bother her either. I was starting to think it grossly unfair.
Set to the side was my scrying mirror to etch the calling pentagram on, my last stick of magnetic chalk, more of that yew, a ceremonial knife, my silver snips, a little white bag of sea salt, and a rude sketch Ceri had earlier drawn using Ivy's colored pencils. Ceri had brought out the bucket from the pantry, too. I didn't want to know. I really didn't want to know. The circle was going to be different from the one she had drawn on the floor just this morning: a permanent connection I wouldn't have to invoke with my blood every time I wanted to answer it.
Most of the stuff on the table was meant to get the curse to stick to the glass.
The soft clatter of our plates was pleasant as we arranged ourselves, and I collapsed into one of the cushy chairs, wanting to pretend for a few moments longer that this was just three friends getting together for lunch on a rainy summer's night. Minias could wait. I slid my plate onto my lap and picked up my fork, enjoying the quiet.
Setting the entire bottle of untouched red wine on the table beside her, Ceri took her teacup in her bandaged fingers and sipped graciously. Nervousness started to tickle and wind its way through my spine, ruining my appetite. Jenks was heading to the honey Ceri had put in her tea, and the woman capped it, putting it firmly out of his reach. Grumbling, Jenks flitted to the plants on my desk to sulk.
'You sure this is safe?' I asked, gaze flicking to the paraphernalia. I didn't understand ley line magic and therefore distrusted it.
Ceri's eyebrows rose as she tore a chunk from her herbed bread—a strand of her hair drifting in the breeze from the open transom windows above the fixed stained glass, dark with night. 'It's never safe to ask for a demon's attention, but you don't want this unsettled.'
My head bobbed, and I wrangled another blob of pasta on my fork. It tasted flat, and I set my fork down. 'You think Newt will come with him?'
A soft flush showed on her. 'No. In all likelihood she doesn't remember you, and Minias won't allow anyone to remind her. He's reprimanded when she strays.'
I wondered what Newt knew that was so terrible she had to forget it to stay halfway sane. 'She took your circle. I didn't think that was possible.'
Ceri delicately dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin to hide her fear. 'Newt does what she wants because no one is strong enough to hold her accountable,' she said. My anxiety must have shown, for she added, 'It's skill in this case. Newt knows everything. It's just a matter of her remembering it long enough to teach someone.'
Maybe that was why Minias stuck with her despite the dangers. He was picking things up, bit by bit.
Ceri reached for the remote and pointed it at the stereo. It was a very modern gesture for such an old personality, and I smiled. If you didn't know she'd spent a thousand years imaging as a demon's familiar, you might think she was a set-in-her-ways thirty-something.
The soft jazz lifting through the air cut off. 'The sun is down. You should rescribe the calling circle before midnight,' she said brightly, and my stomach twisted. 'Do you remember the figures from this morning? They are the same.'
I stared at her, trying not to look stupid. 'Uh, no.'
Ceri nodded, then made five distinct motions with her right hand. 'Remember?'
'Uh, no,' I repeated, having no idea what the connection was between the sketched figures and her hand motions. 'And I thought you would do it. Scribe it, I mean.'
Ceri's breath escaped her in a long sound of exasperation. 'It's mostly ley-line magic,' she said. 'Heavy on
