He gazed at her and said 'Yes,' but what I heard was 'I will give you the world if you but ask.'
Ceri smiled and walked away. Quen watched her go, then flushed when I cleared my throat with an attention-getting sound. 'Don't worry,' I said as I put some space between us now that Ceri was gone. 'I won't tell anyone you're twitterpated.'
The uncomfortable man stared at a spot behind and somewhat above me. His scar, now defunct and made silent with illegal genetic tinkering, was a white mass of tissue almost hidden behind his collar. 'I don't think I thanked you for helping me,' he said evenly, 'on Halloween night.'
I turned so that we were standing shoulder-to-shoulder, both watching Ceri talking to my mom and Ivy. 'Yeah, well, no good deed goes unpunished.'
He inclined his head, but his expression was blank, and struck by a sudden thought, I blurted, 'Hey, you do know that the familiar thing with Trent was just to get him out, right? He's not really going to be my familiar.' But there was a new shadow of a mark on my arm, mirroring Trent's. I'd assumed Newt had transferred the mark to Al, but it looked like I had it. Curious.
Quen gave me a half-smile. 'He knows.' After glancing at Ceri, he leaned so no one but I could see his face. 'He tried to kill you because of what his father did to you, accidentally giving the demons a way to reclaim their kin, but you're alive because you saved my life when he could not, then went on to save him at great cost to yourself when he was helpless. If not for that, you, your church, and everyone and everything in it would be razed to the ground.'
'Yeah. Okay,' I said, nervous and believing him. Trent had a right to hate me. But he owed me big. If I was lucky, he would ignore me. Quen saw Ceri saying her last good-byes, and I jiggled on my feet. I had one more thing to say, and this might be my last chance.
'Quen,' I said, the softness of my voice stopping him. 'Would you tell Trent I'm sorry that I mishandled things so badly that he had to endure being treated like an animal?' The scarred man looked silently at me, and I grimaced. 'I never should have taken Trent into the ever-after. I think it was an ego thing. That I was trying to prove to him that I was stronger or smarter than he was. It was stupid and egotistical…and I'm sorry.'
The man's leathery, pox-scarred face turned into a smile. Eyes drifting to Ceri, he nodded. 'I'll do that.' His gaze came back to me and he extended his hand. Feeling weird, I shook it. His fingers were warm, and it was as if I could feel them on me even after he went to join Ceri to guide her slowly to the door.
The two of them left amid a flurry of noise, and much to my relief, they took a nice slice of the pixies with them. I exhaled in the subdued uproar of winged things hopped up on sugar, and my mom and Takata headed my way. She had her purse and coat, and it looked like they were leaving, too.
I leaned against the pool table with a whisper of nervousness tightening my muscles. Takata would never take the place of my dad—I didn't think he was going to try—but he was going to be a part of my life and I didn't know what that meant yet. Again I was startled by how alike we looked. The nose, especially.
'We're going to go, too, sweetheart,' my mom said, her heels clicking smartly as they approached. 'It was a lovely party.'
She gave me a hug, her pink-and-blue goody basket thumping on my back. 'Thanks for coming, Mom.'
'I wouldn't have missed it for anything.' She stepped back, her eyes bright.
At her elbow, Takata shifted awkwardly. 'Did you ask her?' he said to my mom, and I looked from one to the other. Ask me what?
My mom took my hand, trying to reassure me, but it wasn't working. 'I was just about to.' Flushing, she met my gaze and asked, 'Would you house-sit for me for about two weeks? I'm going out to the West Coast to visit Robbie. He's met a nice lady and I want to meet her.'
Somehow I didn't think meeting Robbie's girlfriend would make her turn that particular shade of red. She was going out there to be with Takata. 'You bet,' I said, forcing a smile until it became real. 'Anytime. When are you leaving?'
'We're not sure yet,' she said, glancing shyly at Takata. The older rock star was smiling with half his mouth, apparently as amused as I was with my mom's embarrassment.
'Well.' My mom settled herself. 'I was going to stay to help pick up, but it looks like there isn't much left.'
I glanced at the sanctuary, nearly back to normal under the attentions of Matalina and the remnants of her brood. 'No, it's okay.'
She hesitated. 'You're sure?' she said, her gaze flicking behind me to the rest of the church. 'It's Saturday. Isn't that the day…'
I nodded. 'It is, but he's still looking for a set of rooms. I have another week's reprieve.'
Takata nervously ran a hand through his unruly hair, and I smiled wryly. 'This is the same demon who was trying to kill you, right?' he asked. I could smell the redwood coming off of him. He wasn't happy, but he didn't feel it was his place to say anything. Smart man.
'Yup.' When my mom wasn't looking I shot him a look to get him to be quiet. 'He sold everything he owns to get me, so he'll treat me okay.' So shut up so my mom doesn't get spastic.
My mother beamed and gave my hand a squeeze, but Takata looked horrified. 'That's my girl,' she said. 'Always keep a few cards back.'
'I will.' A feeling of peace filled me as I gave her a hug good-bye. She was a cool mom. We broke, and I looked at Takata, then gave him a hug, too. God, he was tall. He seemed pleased until I tightened my grip on his shoulder, holding him while I whispered, 'If you hurt my mother, I will be all over you like mist.'
'I love her,' he whispered back.
'That's what I'm afraid of.'
My mom was frowning at me when I let go of Takata, apparently knowing I'd threatened him. But hey, that's what a kick-ass daughter was for.
Ivy sidled up to me, looking nice in her jeans and sweater. ''Bye, Mrs. Morgan. Takata,' she said, clearly trying to get them out. She wasn't one for long partings. 'Let me know about the security for this solstice, Takata. I can get you a good price.'
Takata started edging backward. 'Thanks. I will.'
He took my mom's goody bag and escorted her out to the door. Matalina took advantage of the open door and corralled her kids, getting them out of the church on the excuse of taking the leftover fruit cups into their stump now that the rain had slacked off. My mother was chatting cheerfully as the door thumped shut behind them all, and I exhaled, soaking in the welcome silence.
Ivy started gathering the trash, and I pushed myself into motion. 'That was fun,' I said as I took a pool cue and jerked free an end of the festive banner from above the windows. It fluttered down, and I tugged to pull the other end off.
Ivy came to help me wind it up. 'Your mother had her hair differently.'
A soft feeling of melancholy slipped over me. 'I like it. It looks better,' I said.
'Younger,' Ivy added, and I nodded. We were working the long banner together, folding it back and forth on the little brackets, getting closer to each other with each bend.
'I haven't made any progress in finding out who killed Kisten,' she said unexpectedly. 'Just eliminating people.'
Startled, I let the packet go as we met in the middle. Ivy caught it with her vampire reflexes before it unfolded more than two twists and casually folded it up. 'It has to be someone outside Cincy,' she said, pretending ignorance at my fluster. 'Piscary wouldn't give him to a lesser vampire outside of the camarilla, only a higher one. I'm going to try to get into the airline records, but whoever it was probably drove in.'
'Okay. Do you need any help?'
Not meeting my eyes, Ivy dropped the packet in the bag and set it aside. 'Have you given any thought to talking to Ford?'
Ford? The memory of the FIB's psychiatrist flashed through me, and I warmed. He made me nervous.
'If you could remember anything. Anything at all,' Ivy was saying, sounding almost afraid. 'Even a smell or sound.'
Scared, I felt the inside of my lip for the small scar. The memory of someone forcing my back into a wall rose up from my past. Vampire incense and the agonizing, aching need to be bitten, to feel the icy burning of teeth in me, followed close behind—and the fear that I couldn't stop it. It wasn't a memory of Ivy, but of Kisten's killer.
