Well, there was no way I was going to make sure the elves survived. He could do his own dirty work. I'd simply have to rescue him so he could do it himself. Crap on toast, I really needed to talk to Ceri.
My church was ahead, all lit up, with light streaming out of every window to run across the black grass. Even before we got close, I saw a pair of red eyes blink at me from the topmost nook and a wing shift in salute. Bis knew I was back, and I sent a silent thank-you to his kin who had kept me safe in the basilica last night. They hadn't known me or my plight, but they'd saved me, and I owed the gracious, noble beings my life. I'd pay Bis's rent myself just to keep him around.
The familiar taillights of my car were in the carport; someone had driven it home for me. Quen, maybe? Four streaks of greenish light swirled around the steeple and dropped down to Bis, and when one veered off to dart toward us, I pulled myself together and lowered the window completely. It had to be Jenks. Please, let it be Jenks.
My eyes warmed with unshed tears as his familiar wing-clatter battered against my ears and Jenks darted into the car.
'Rachel!' he gasped, looking good in his black thief outfit. 'Tink's contractual hell, you did it! You're here! God almighty, you stink. I wish you were smaller; I'd slap you so hard you'd land in next week! I could have killed Trent when he shoved me back with that sample.'
I shook my head in confusion. 'He didn't shove you back. He said you took the curse and left us.'
The pitch of his wings hesitated, and he dropped to my fingers. 'How, by my bloody daisies, would I do that? I didn't do anything. I felt like my insides were being pulled through a snail's back door, and I showed up in the basilica to scare the holy crap out of some poor woman.' He glanced at Glenn, the sparkles shifting from him turning to red. 'Uh, hi, Glenn.'
My throat was tight, and my hand shook as he stood on it. I wished I was smaller, too. Trent's reaction to Jenks's absence had been too genuine to be fake, and why bother lying? Maybe pixies were like demons, in that they couldn't stay on the wrong side of the lines when the sun rose? 'Did Quen get the sample?' I asked, thinking of Trent's request. 'Is it safe?'
The pixy was beaming. 'Yeah, I gave it to Quen.' A burst of light exploded from him, and Glenn winced. 'When you didn't show, Quen took the sample to Trent's. He tried to take Ceri with him, but she said you'd need her when you got back. Holy crap, I have to send one of my kids to tell her you're here. I knew you could figure out how to jump the lines. Did you show up at the basilica, too? How come you called Glenn and not us? We would have picked you up.'
He rose from my hand when it started shaking violently. Neither man commented on it, but Jenks's excitement cut off with a worried expression. He thought I'd learned how to jump the lines. He didn't know I had been pulled back by riding Algaliarept's summons. 'You're not listening to the FIB channels, are you,' I said, and Jenks's eyes widened.
'No…,' he said, his stance turning suspicious. 'Why?'
Glenn pulled to the curb before the church and shoved the car into park. 'We kept everything off the airwaves,' he said as he leaned over the backseat and groped for his coat. 'We didn't want the I.S. to show up.'
'Rache?' Jenks said warily, hovering as I hid my hands so he couldn't see them shake. 'What did you do?'
I looked at the church, wanting to be in it but too tired to move. 'Tom and I had a chat.'
A flash of pixy dust lit the car, and Glenn jumped. 'Damn it, Rache,' Jenks swore. 'Why didn't you call us! I owe him his left nut between his teeth.'
Guilt and fear mixed, and it came out as anger. 'I didn't have a choice!' I shouted, and Jenks hovered backward to land on the dash. He said nothing as I fumbled to open the door. Planting my feet on the pavement, I wearily stood to look up at the church. The night was cool, and I shifted uncomfortably in my damp underwear. Crap, I was tired.
Jenks's wings were a silent blur as he flew too close to me. Not landing on my shoulder, he whispered, 'I didn't want to leave you, Rache.' Guilt lay heavy in his voice. 'I must have gotten sucked out when the lines closed. But I knew you could figure it out. You'll never be stuck in the ever-after again.'
This last was said with heavy pride, and I swallowed, using the excuse of shutting the car door to avoid looking at him. To tell him what had really happened was too hard. Seeing his eager face and happy stance, I was afraid. Jenks was too excited to pick up that things were being left unsaid. Things that were really going to screw my life—and by association, theirs—up.
'Ivy!' Jenks said suddenly. 'I gotta tell Ivy you're back. Damn, I'm glad you're here.'
My breath caught as he darted to my shoulder and I felt the cool touch of pixy wings on my face. 'I thought I'd lost you,' he whispered. And then he was gone.
Bewildered, I stared at the sifting dust he had left in his wake. Behind me was the thump of a closing door, and I turned to see Glenn coming around to the walk.
'A-Ah,' I stammered, 'thanks for the ride, Glenn. And everything else.'
The streetlight lit his face as he pressed his lips together, making his small mustache stick out. 'Mind if I walk you in?' he asked, and I felt a moment of quickly dampened alarm. Jenks might not have been listening, but Glenn had been. His investigative flags were raised, and if I didn't invite him in, he'd have to choose between our friendship and a warrant. He wanted to know how I had ended up in Tom's basement. And seeing as I needed all my friends right now, I nodded in surrender.
Arms held to myself, I looked back into the car for my nonexistent bag. Glenn had put my splat gun in a brown paper bag to get it past the evidence guys and out of the basement, and I felt stupid holding it when Glenn handed it to me. I looked up at the softly lit sign with our names on it, and I wondered if this entire partnership had been such a good idea. Bis blinked at me from his high perch, and I pushed myself into moving. A part of me was waiting for him to try to keep me out, and when he didn't, I felt better.
'You want some coffee?' I said to Glenn as my feet moved silently on the cracked sidewalk. Heaven knew I did.
My head jerked up as the church door was flung open and Ivy took two hurried steps onto the stoop before seeing me. Her pace slowed, but she continued on, her arms wrapped around herself as if she was cold. Shadows disguised her face, but her posture held worry and fear. Jenks was with her.
'See?' he said, as proud as if he had pulled me back from the ever-after himself. 'I told you! She figured it out, and here she is. Safe and back where she belongs.'
Ivy hit the sidewalk and kept coming. Her attention flicked briefly to Glenn, then fixed on me. 'You're here,' she said softly, her gray-silk voice carrying an entire twenty-four hours of fear and worry.
She pulled herself to a stop a few steps away, and her hands fell to her sides as if she didn't know what to do with them, afraid to reach out. She turned to anger instead. 'Why didn't you call us?' she said, finally reaching hesitantly out and taking that stupid paper bag from me. 'We would have picked you up.'
My heart heavy, we headed to the steps. Jenks flew between us trailing a faint silver dust. 'She went by herself to kick some black-witch ass,' he said, and Ivy's gaze sharpened.
'You went to Tom's?' she said. 'We're a team. It could have waited a few hours.'
I took a breath, and then, right there at the foot of the stairs, I gave her a hug. She stiffened for an instant, then her hands went around me and the crackle of brown paper sounded against my back. Vampire incense grew strong, and my eyes closed as I breathed it in. Immediately my muscles relaxed and the prick of tears grew hot. I'd been so scared, with no way home and a lifetime of degradation facing me. She was my friend, and I could give her a freaking hug if I wanted to.
Ivy's stiffness grew, and I let go of her with one hand so that we stood more shoulder-to-shoulder than front-to-front. She was nervously watching Glenn for his reaction, but I couldn't care less. 'I didn't go after him,' I said as she helped me up the stairs. 'It sort of happened.'
The door was open, and in the darkness of the foyer and the confusion of two dozen pixies swirling around us and Glenn, I pulled her attention to me by taking her arm. 'I'm so glad to see you,' I whispered. 'I don't know what's going to happen at sunrise. I need your help.'
'What?' she said, concern replacing all her fear-based anger.
But Jenks had cleared the room of his kids, and I pressed my lips together, trying to tell her that I had to talk to her alone. Or at least without Glenn listening.
