and I sobbed when I felt Trent's arms go around me to keep me from rolling down the stairs.
'I take it,' I gasped, my head exploding and my chest cramping. 'I take the damn curse.'
Like a light switch cutting off, my muscles quit seizing, and I sucked in a ragged breath of air that tasted like candle smoke. I took another breath, then another, content to simply exist without pain. Slowly my muscles relaxed, leaving only my throbbing head. Trent was sitting behind me with his arms wrapped around me. My face was wet, and Trent let go when I moved to wipe the dampness and carpet off my cheek. Slow and lethargic, I looked at my hand to make sure it had been tears and not blood I wiped away. My head hurt that badly.
'I'm okay,' I rasped, and Trent's hold dropped. I heard him slide away and get up. Jenks was watching us from a railing, his face pale and pinched. 'Did any demons show up?' I asked him, and he shook his head.
Utterly wiped, I shifted myself farther from Trent, embarrassed and trying to find some semblance of self again. I had done it. Damn it, it hurt so much that it had to have worked. I looked at my hands, both wanting to and fearing I might see an alien aura. They were shaking. My aura was again hidden, and I was too afraid to ask Jenks if it was mine, or Al's, or nonexistent.
I looked at Jenks, and he smiled. 'It's yours,' he said, and my eyes closed as a lump grew in my throat. I pushed the emotion down. We had a run to finish.
'Do you have Trent's sample?' I asked. 'We have to get out of here.' I'd cry later over what I had done to myself. Right now, we had to leave.
'It's coming,' he said. 'I found it under 'Kallasea.' Female elf installed in…three fifty-seven B.C., if I did my subtraction right. They mark everything from when the elves abandoned the ever-after. Your court date wouldn't have come up for five years.' The pixy laughed. 'That's what organized justice will do to you. Rome didn't fall. It was strangled in red tape.'
'Bring it to me!' Trent shouted, and both Jenks and I jumped.
'All right, all right,' he muttered as he zipped to the statue. 'Don't have a hairy fart.'
They mark the years the same as us, I thought, shoving things into my bag and hesitating when I couldn't find Al's sample. Where in hell had it rolled to?
'Got it!' came a faint call, and Jenks burst back out in a glitter of gold sparkles. A new ampoule was in his grip, with a faint amber tint to the glass. Trent gazed hungrily up at him, looking like Rex following a pixy toddler. 'Once I had a name, it was as easy as pulling the wings off a fairy,' Jenks said smugly. 'You got anything sweet in your backpack? I haven't eaten in hours. Damn, I'm as tired as a pixy on his wedding night.'
'Sorry, Jenks. I didn't know you were coming, or I would have brought something.'
Trent was shaking, the impatient man snatching up his pack and holding out his hand. 'I have some chocolate,' he said. 'Give me the sample and it's yours.'
We were going to do it. We were going to get out of here. Provided the curse Trent bought from Minias worked. If it didn't, Jenks and I were really screwed.
Jenks snapped his wings together with a loud crack in anticipation. 'Excellent!' he said, then froze in midair. 'Uh, Rachel?' he said, every last speck of dust vanishing from him. 'I don't feel right.'
'Can it wait until we get home?' I said, checking Ivy's watch. Crap. The sun was up.
There was a soft puff of displaced air, and my head jerked up. Someone had just popped in. Shit. But when I scanned the room, it was empty. 'Jenks?' I said, feeling cold.
Trent stared at me, one foot on the stairs. 'Where's your pixy?'
Had someone cursed him into nothing? I stared at the fading cloud of dust, my heart clenching in fear. 'Jenks!'
Trent lurched up onto the stage. 'Where's my sample? He's gone! He used the last curse and left us here!'
'No!' I protested. 'He wouldn't! How could he? He doesn't even know it!'
'Then why isn't the curse working?' he shouted. 'It's not working, Rachel!'
'You're asking me?' I snapped back. 'I'm not the one who bargained for it. Maybe we need to go back to where we came in. Don't blame my partner if you made a bad bargain!'
Trent gave me a murderous look. Silent, he took the stairs and headed for the side door.
'Hey!' I shouted. 'Where are you going?'
He never slowed. 'To put distance between us before someone tracks you down. If surface demons can hide from demons, so can I. I never should have trusted you. Trusting a Morgan killed my family. I'm not going to let it kill me.'
The harsh red glare of the sun spilled in when he yanked the door open. Squinting, I glimpsed a flash of purple, prestorm sky. A gust sent my hair flying and atomized the dust circles. Then the door swung shut, cutting off the light and wind.
Heart pounding, I knelt to shove the last of my curse stuff into my bag. 'Jenks!' I shouted, clueless as to where he'd gone to. 'We gotta go!'
Pulse fast, I ran out after Trent. The light was blinding after the soft glow of electric lights. 'Damn it, Trent,' I shouted as my feet hit the concrete stoop. 'I can't get you home in one piece if you run off like that.'
Arms pinwheeling, I skidded to a stop on the narrow landing outside the door. There in the shade of the trees was Minias with three of those demons in red. Trent was slumped on the ground before their feet. He wasn't moving. Crap on toast, they'd known we were here the instant Minias had been slung back home with the sun.
Hand fumbling for my splat gun, I turned to retreat, only to run into Minias's chest.
'No!' I shrieked, but I was too close to do anything, and he pinned my arms to my sides. He was in the sun, and I could see his pupils, slitted like a goat's, and the red of his irises, so deep that it almost looked brown.
'Yes,' he said, pinching my arms until I gasped in pain. 'What, by the two worlds, have you been doing, Rachel Mariana Morgan?'
'Wait,' I babbled. 'I can pay. I know stuff. I want to go home!'
Minias sent one eyebrow rising. 'You are home.'
There was a pop from under the trees, and Minias grimaced as he looked toward it.
'That witch is mine!' came Al's distinctive voice, and Minias wrapped a possessive arm around me. 'She's got my mark!' the demon raged. 'Give her to me!'
'She wears Newt's mark, too,' Minias said. 'And I have possession of her.'
A ribbon of panic pulled through me. I had to do something. I didn't think Al knew I had his summoning name, or he'd be yammering about that, not the lousy mark he had put on my wrist. I had to get out of here. I had to reach my splat gun.
Grunting in effort, I wiggled and twisted. Minias swung me around. My legs folded awkwardly under me as he slammed my ass onto the concrete. I reached for the cement, trying to find my feet and run at the same time. But Minias put a hand on my shoulder, pinning me. A wave of something flowed from him, and I stiffened as I struggled to breathe through the sensation of every last erg of ley line power being pulled from me. It was the opposite of Al's line-overload punishment, and it felt like rape. I struggled to flee, but his hand on my shoulder pinched harder.
Minias looked down at me, and the scent of amber flowed from him as his gaze took on an inquisitive hue. 'Trying to steal Al's name to prevent him from being summoned out was a good idea. Bad idea to attempt to implement, though. No one has ever gotten past that statue.'
They didn't know. They didn't know I had done it, and my success gave me a burst of hope. Soon as they figured it out, Al was going to be pissed, but if I could escape, I'd be okay. I could tap a line and hit Minias with it, but he'd probably just pull it out from me again, and my soul was still ringing from his first invasion. If I was going to escape, it'd have to be physically.
Gathering myself, I tried to break free, but he knew what I was going to do before I did it. The moment I had my feet, he simply jerked me off balance, into him. His yellow-clad arm wrapped around me, tightening until I almost couldn't breathe.
At least I can see now, I thought as I spat the hair out of my mouth. The wind was worse with the sun being up, and my hair was gritty and my lips tasted of burnt amber. The red light hurt my eyes. No wonder witches had left to live in an unpolluted world—fleeing a dying ever-after to exist among humans. Stay hidden, Jenks. Wherever you are.
Al was striding out from under the trees, his white-gloved hands in murderous fists. 'That witch is mine!' he spat. 'I'll fight this all the way through the courts.'
'Newt owns the courts,' Minias said coolly. 'You want the witch, you can buy her like anyone else.'
