just under her ears. It made her long neck look longer, the single scar on it a smooth line, now faint from cosmetic surgery. Wide-eyed from being jerked from her bed, her brown, somewhat almond-shaped eyes looked larger than usual, and her thin lips were open to show small teeth.
Head cocked, Kisten spun in his chair. Taking in her lack of clothes, his grin widened.
Grimacing at her less than suave entrance, Ivy pulled herself straight, trying to find her usual iron hold on her emotions. Her pale cheeks were flushed, and she wouldn't meet my eyes as she closed her robe with an abrupt motion. 'Matalina,' she said, her voice still rough from sleep. 'Is Jenks okay? Will he talk to us?'
'God, I hope so,' Kisten said dryly, turning his chair so he didn't have his back to Ivy.
The agitated pixy flitted to perch on the center island counter. A glittering trail of silver sparkles sifted from her, slowly falling to make a temporary sunbeam, clear evidence of her flustered state. I already knew her answer, but I couldn't help but slump when she shook her head, her wings stilling. Her pretty eyes went wide and she twisted the fabric of her silk dress. 'Please,' she said, her voice carrying a frightening amount of worry. 'Jenks won't come to you. I'm so scared, Rachel. He can't go alone. He won't come back if he goes alone!'
Suddenly I was a whole lot more concerned. 'Go where?' I said, crowding closer. Ivy moved in too, and we clustered before her, almost helpless as the tiny woman who could stand down six fairies started to cry. Forever the gentleman, Kisten carefully tore a tissue and handed her a piece the size of his thumbnail. She could have used it for a washcloth.
'It's Jax,' Matalina said, holding her breath between sobs. Jax was her oldest son.
My fear quickened. 'He's at Nick's apartment,' I said. 'I'll drive you over.'
Matalina shook her head. 'He's not there. He left with Nick on the winter solstice.'
I jerked upright, feeling as if I'd been kicked in the stomach. 'Nick was here?' I stammered. 'At the solstice? He never even called!' I looked at Ivy, shocked. The freaking human bastard! He had come, cleared out his apartment, and left; just like Jenks said he would. And I thought he cared for me. I had been hurt and half dead from hypothermia, and he just left? As I fumed, the betrayal and confusion I thought long gone swelled to make my head hurt.
'We got a call this morning,' Matalina was saying, oblivious to my state, though Kisten and Ivy exchanged knowing glances. 'We think he's in Michigan.'
'Michigan!' I blurted. 'What the Turn is he doing in Michigan?'
Ivy nudged closer, almost coming between Matalina and me. 'You said you think. You don't know for certain?'
The pixy turned her tear-streaked face to Ivy, looking as tragic and strong as a mourning angel. 'Nick told Jax they were in Michigan, but they moved him. Jax doesn't know for sure.'
They moved him?
'Who moved him?' I said, bending close. 'Are they in trouble?'
The tiny woman's eyes were frightened. 'I've never seen Jenks so angry. Nick took Jax to help him with his work, but something went wrong. Now Nick is hurt and Jax can't get home. It's cold up there, and I'm so worried.'
I glanced at Ivy, her eyes dark with widening pupils, her lips pressed into a thin angry line. Work? Nick cleaned museum artifacts and restored old books. What kind of work would he need a pixy for? In Michigan? In the springtime when most pixies were still shaking off hibernation at that latitude?
My thoughts went to Nick's confidant casualness, his aversion to anything with a badge, his wickedly quick mind, and his uncanny tendency to be able to get ahold of just about anything, given time. I'd met him in Cincy's rat fights, where he had been turned into a rat after 'borrowing' a tome from a vampire.
He had come back to Cincinnati and left with Jax, without telling me he was here. Why would he take Jax with him?
My face went hot and I felt my knees go quivery. Pixies had other skills than gardening. Shit. Nick was a thief.
Leaning hard against the counter, I looked from Kisten to Ivy, her expression telling me that she had known, but realized I'd only get mad at her until I figured it out for myself. God, I was so stupid! It had been there all the time, and I hadn't let myself see it.
I opened my mouth, jumping when Kisten jabbed me in the ribs. His eyes went to Matalina. The poor woman didn't know. I shut my mouth, feeling cold.
'Matalina,' I said softly. 'Is there any way to find out where they are? Maybe Jax could find a newspaper or something.'
'Jax can't read,' she whispered, dropping her head into her hands, her wings drooping. 'None of us can,' she said, crying, 'except Jenks. He learned so he could work for the I.S.'
I felt so helpless, unable to do anything. How do you give someone four inches high a hug? How do you tell her that her eldest son had been misled by a thief? A thief I had trusted?
'I'm so scared,' the tiny pixy said, her voice muffled. 'Jenks is going after him. He's going all the way up north. He won't come back. It's too far. He won't be able to find enough to eat, and it's too cold unless he has somewhere safe to stay at night.' Her hands fell away, the misery and heartache on her tiny features striking fear in me.
'Where is he?' I asked, my growing anger pushing out the fear.
'I don't know.' Matalina sniffed as she looked at the torn tissue in her grip. 'Jax said it was cold and everyone was making candy. There's a big green bridge and lots of water.'
I shook my head impatiently. 'Not Jax. Jenks.'
Matalina's hopeful expression made her look more beautiful than all of God's angels. 'You'll talk to him?' she quavered.
Taking a slow breath, I glanced at Ivy. 'He's sulked enough,' I said. 'I'm going to talk to the little twit, and he's going to listen. And then we'll both go.'
Ivy straightened, her arms held tight at her sides as she took two steps back. Her eyes were wide and her face carefully blank.
'Rachel—' Kisten said, the warning in his voice jerking my attention to him.
Matalina rose three inches into the air, her face alight even as the tears continued. 'He'll be angry if he finds out I came to you for help. D-Don't tell him I asked you.'
Ignoring Kisten, I took a resolute breath. 'Tell me where he's going to be and I'll find him. He isn't going to do this alone. I don't care if he talks to me or not, but I'm going with him.'
Three
The coffee in my cup was cold, which I didn't remember until I had it to my lips. Sharp and bitter, the taste of it puckered my face an instant before I let it slip down my throat. Shuddering, I held another dollop on my tongue. A soft thrill lifted through me as I tapped the line in the graveyard and set my pencil down on the kitchen table.
'From candle's burn and planet's spin,' I whispered awkwardly around the coffee, my fingers sketching out a complex figure. 'Friction is how it ends and begins.' Rolling my eyes, I brought my hands together to make a loud pop, simultaneously saying, 'Consimilis.' God help me, it was so hokey, but the rhyme did help me remember the finger motions and the two words that actually did the charm.
'Cold to hot, harness within,' I finished, making the ley line gesture that would use the coffee in my mouth as a focal object so I wouldn't warm up…say…Mr. Fish's bowl. 'Calefacio,' I said, smiling at the familiar drop of line energy through me. I tightened my awareness to let what I thought was the right amount of power run through me to excite the water molecules and warm the coffee. 'Excellent,' I breathed when the mug began to steam.
My fingers curled about the warm porcelain, and I dropped the line entirely. Much better, I thought when I went to take a sip, jerking back and touching my lip when I found it too hot. Ceri had said control would come with practice, but I was still waiting.
I set the mug down, pushing Ivy's maps farther out of my space and into hers. The robins were singing loudly, and I squinted, trying to read in the early dusk of the developing rain clouds as I leafed through Kisten's borrowed books. I'd have to leave in half an hour to accidentally run into Jenks on his run, and I was getting
