Sure, he said. Hes not much good like that, is he?
I choked back a laugh, and Jenks flew out the window to join Glenn. The pixy landed on his shoulder, and Glenn jumped in surprise. Hey, Glenn, Jenks said loudly. Head off toward those yellow flowers over there behind that stone angel. I want to show you to the rest of my kids. Theyve never met an FIB officer before.
A faint smile crossed me. Glenn would be safe with Jenks if Ivy came home early. She jealously guarded her privacy and hated surprises, especially ones in FIB uniforms. That Glenn was Eddens son wouldnt help. She was willing to let sleeping grudges lie, but if she felt her territory was being threatened, she wouldnt hesitate to act, her odd, political status of dead-vamp-in-waiting letting her get away with things that would put me in the I.S. lockup.
Turning, my eyes fell upon the fish. What am I going to do with youBob? I said around a sigh. I wasnt going to take him back to Mr. Rays office, but I couldnt keep him in the canister. I cracked the top, finding that his gills were pumping and he was laying almost on his side. I thought perhaps I ought to put him in the tub.
Canister in hand, I went into Ivys bathroom. Welcome home, Bob, I murmured, dumping the canister into Ivys black garden tub. The fish flopped in the inch of water, and I hurriedly ran the taps, jiggling the flow to try to keep it room temp. Soon Bob the fish was swimming in graceful sedate circles. I turned off the water and waited until it finished tinkling in and the surface grew smooth. He really was a pretty fish, striking against the black porcelain: all silver, with long, cream fins and that black circle decorating one side to look like a reverse full moon. I dabbled my fingertips in the water, and he darted to the other end of the tub.
Leaving him, I crossed the hall to my bathroom, got a change of clothes out of the dryer, and started the shower. As I picked the snarls out of my hair while waiting for the water to warm, my eyes fell upon the three tomatoes ripening upon the sill. I winced, glad they hadnt been anywhere for Glenn to see. A pixy had given them to me as payment for smuggling her across the city as she fled an unwanted marriage. And while tomatoes werent illegal anymore, it was in bad taste to have them on display when one had a human guest.
It had been just over forty years since a quarter of the worlds human population had been killed by a militarygenerated virus that had escaped and spontaneously fastened to a weak spot in a biogenetically engineered tomato. It was shipped out before anyone knewthe virus crossing oceans with the ease of an international travelerand the Turn began.
The engineered virus had a varied effect upon the hidden Inderlanders. Witches, undead vampires, and the smaller species such as pixies and fairies, werent affected at all. Weres, living vamps, leprechauns, and the like got the flu. Humans died by the droves, taking the elves with them as their practice of bolstering their numbers by hybridizing with humanity backfired.
The U.S. would have followed the Third World countries into chaos if the hidden Inderlanders hadnt stepped in to halt the spread of the virus, burn the dead, and keep civilization running until what was left of humanity finished mourning. Our secret was on the verge of coming out by way of the what-makes-these-people-immune question when a charismatic living vamp named Rynn Cormel pointed out that our combined numbers equaled humanitys. The decision to make our presence known, to live openly among the humans we had been mimicking to keep ourselves safe, was almost unanimous.
The Turn, as it came to be called, ushered in a nightmarish three years. Humanity took their fear of us out on the worlds surviving bioengineers, murdering them in trials designed to legalize murder. Then they went further, to outlaw all genetically engineered products, along with the science that created them. A second, slower wave of death followed the first once old diseases found new life when the medicines humanity had created to battle everything from Alzheimers to cancer no longer existed. Tomatoes are still treated like poison by humans, even though the virus is long gone. If you dont grow them yourself, you have to go to a specialty store to find them.
A frown pinched my forehead as I looked at the red fruit beading up with shower fog. If I was smart, Id put it in the kitchen to see how Glenn would react at Piscarys. Bringing a human into an Inderland eatery wasnt a crackerjack idea. If he made a scene, we might not only get no information, we might get banned, or worse.
Judging that the water was hot enough, I eased into it with little ow, ow, ows. Twenty minutes later I was wrapped in a big pink towel, standing before my ugly pressboard dresser with its dozen or so bottles of perfume carefully arranged on top. The blurry picture of the Howlers fish was tucked between the glass and the frame. Sure looked like the same fish to me.
The delighted shrieks of pixy children filtered in through my open window to soften my mood. Very few pixies could manage to raise a family in the city. Jenks was stronger in spirit than most would ever know. He had killed before to keep his garden so his children wouldnt starve. It was good to hear their voices raised in delight: the sound of family and security.
Which scent was it, now? I murmured, fingers hovering over my perfumes as I tried to remember which one Ivy and I were currently experimenting with. Every so often a new bottle would show up without comment as she found something new for me to try.
I reached for one, dropping it when Jenks said from right beside my ear, Not that one.
Jenks! I clutched my towel closer and spun. Get the hell out of my room!
He darted backward as I made a grab for him. His grin widened as he looked down at the leg I accidentally showed. Laughing, he swooped past me and landed on a bottle. This one works good, he said. And youre going to need all the help you can get when you tell Ivy youre going to make a run for Trent again.
Scowling, I reached for the bottle. Wings clattering, he rose, pixy dust making temporary sunbeams shimmer through the glittering bottles. Thanks, I said sullenly, knowing his nose was better than mine. Now get out. No, wait. He hesitated by my small stained-glass window, and I vowed to sew up the pixy hole in the screen. Whos watching Glenn?
Jenks literally glowed with parental pride. Jax. Theyre in garden. Glenn is shooting wild cherry pits straight up with a rubber band for my kids to catch before they hit the ground.
I was so surprised, I almost could ignore that my hair was dripping wet and I was wearing nothing but a towel. Hes playing with your kids?
Yeah. Hes not so badonce you get to know him. Jenks vaulted through the pixy hole. Ill send him inside in about five minutes, okay? he said through the screen.
Make it ten, I said softly, but he was gone. Frowning, I shut the window, locked it, and checked twice that the curtains hung right. Taking the bottle Jenks had suggested, I gave myself a splash. Cinnamon blossomed. Ivy and I had been working for the last three months to find a perfume that covered her natural scent mixing with mine. This was one of the nicer ones.
Whether undead or alive, vampires moved by instinct triggered by pheromones and scent, more at the mercy of their hormones than an adolescent. They gave off a largely undetectable smell that lingered where they did, an odoriferous signpost telling other vamps that this was taken territory and to back off. A far cry better than the way dogs did it, but living together the way we were, Ivys smell lingered on me. She had once told me it was a survival trait that helped increase a shadows life expectancy by preventing poaching. I wasnt her shadow, but there it was anyway. What it boiled down to was, the smell of our natural scents mingling tended to act like a blood aphrodisiac, making it harder for Ivy to best her instincts, nonpracticing or not.
One of Nicks and my few arguments had been over why I put up with her and the constant threat she posed to my free will if she forgot her vow of abstinence one night and I couldnt fend her off. The truth was, she considered herself my friend, but even more telling was that she had loosened the death grip she kept on her emotions and let me be her friend as well. The honor of that was heady. She was the best runner Id ever seen, and I was continually flattered that she left a brilliant career at the I.S. to work with me/save my ass.
Ivy was possessive, domineering, and unpredictable. She also had the strongest will of anyone I had met, fighting a battle in herself that if she won would rob her of her life after death. And she was willing to kill to protect me because I called her my friend. God, how could you walk away from something like that?
Apart from when we were alone and she felt safe from recrimination, she either held herself with a cool stiffness or fell into a classic vampire mode of sexy domination that I had discovered was her way of divorcing herself from her feelings, afraid that if she showed a softening she would lose control. I think she had pinned her sanity on living vicariously through me as I stumbled through life, enjoying the enthusiasm with which I embraced everything, from finding a pair of red heels on sale to learning a spell to laying a big-bad-ugly out flat. And as my fingers drifted over the perfumes she had bought for me, I wondered again if perhaps Nick was right and our odd relationship might be slipping into an area I didnt want it to go.
Dressing quickly, I made my way back to the empty kitchen. The clock above the sink said it was edging toward four. I had loads of time to make a spell for Glenn before we left.
Pulling out one of my spelling books from the shelf under the center island counter, I sat at my usual spot at Ivys antique wooden table. Contentment filled me as I opened the yellowed tome. The breeze coming in the window had a chill that promised a cold night. I loved it here, working in my beautiful kitchen surrounded by holy ground, safe from everything nasty.
The anti-itch spell was easy to find, dog-eared and spotted with old splatters. Leaving the book open, I rose to pull out my smallest copper vat and ceramic spoons. It was rare that a human would accept an amulet, but perhaps if he saw me making it, Glenn might. His dad had taken a pain amulet from me once.
I was measuring the springwater with my graduated cylinder when there was a scuffing on the back steps. Hello? Ms. Morgan? Glenn called as he knocked and opened the door. Jenks said I could come right in.
I didnt look up from my careful measuring. In the kitchen, I said loudly.
Glenn edged into the room. He took in my new clothes, running his eyes from my fuzzy pink slippers, up my black nylons to my matching short skirt, past my red blouse, to the black bow holding my damp hair back. If I was going to see Sara Jane again, I wanted to look nice.
In Glenns hands was a wad of mullein leaves, dandelion blossoms, and jewelweed flowers. He looked stiffly embarrassed. Jenksthe pixysaid you wanted these, maam.
I nodded to the island counter. You can put them over there. Thanks. Have a seat.
With a stilted haste, he crossed the room and set the cuttings down. Hesitating briefly, he pulled out what was traditionally Ivys chair and eased into it. His jacket was gone, and his shoulder holster with his weapon looked obvious and aggressive. In contrast, his tie was loose and the top button of his starched shirt was unfastened to show a wisp of dark chest hair.
Wheres your jacket? I asked lightly, trying to figure out his mood.
The kids He hesitated. The pixy children are using it as a fort.
Oh. Hiding my smile, I rummaged in my spice rack to find my vial of celandine syrup. Jenkss capacity to be a pain in the butt was inversely proportional to his size. His ability to be a stanch friend was the same. Apparently Glenn had won Jenkss confidence. How about that?
Satisfied the show of his gun wasnt intended to cow me, I added a dollop of celandine, swishing the ceramic measuring spoon to get the last of the sticky stuff off. An uncomfortable silence grew, accented by the whoosh of igniting gas. I could feel his gaze heavy upon my charm bracelet as the tiny wooden amulets gently clattered. The crucifix was self-explanatory, but hed have to ask if he wanted to know what the rest were for. I had only a paltry threemy old ones were burnt to uselessness when Trent killed the witness wearing them in a car explosion.
The mix on the stove started to steam, and Glenn still hadnt said a word. So-o-o-o, I drawled. Have you been in the FIB long?
Yes maam. It was short, both aloof and patronizing.
Can you stop with the maam? Just call me Rachel.
Yes maam.
Ooooh, I thought, it was going to be a fun evening. Peeved, I snatched up the mullein leaves. Tossing them into my green-stained mortar, I ground them using more force then necessary. I set the mush to soak in the cream for a moment. Why was I bothering to make him an amulet? He wasn t going to use it.
The brew was at a full boil, and I turned the flame down, setting the timer for three minutes. It was in the shape of a cow, and I loved it. Glenn was silent, watching me with a wary distrust as I leaned my back against the edge of the counter. Im making you something to stop the itching, I said. God help me, but I feel sorry for you.
His face hardened. Captain Edden is making me take you. I dont need your help.
Angry, I took a breath to tell him he could take a flying leap off a broomstick, but then shut my mouth. I dont need your help had once been my mantra. But friends made things a lot easier. My brow furrowed in thought. What was it that Jenks did to persuade me? Oh, yeah. Swear and tell me I was being stupid.
You can go Turn yourself for all I care, I said pleasantly. But Jenks pixed you, and he says youre sensitive to pixy dust. Its spreading through your lymph system. You want to itch for a week just because youre too stiff-necked to use a paltry itch spell? This is kindergarten stuff. I flicked the copper vat with a fingernail and it rang. An aspirin. A dime a dozen. It wasnt, but Glenn probably wouldnt accept it if he knew how much one of these cost at a charm shop. It was a class-two medicinal spell. I probably should have put myself inside a circle to make it, but Id have to tap into the ever-after to close one. And seeing me under the influence of a ley line would probably freak Glenn out.
The detective wouldnt meet my eyes. His foot twitched as if he was struggling to not scratch his leg through his pants. The timer dingedor mooed, ratherand leaving him to make up his mind, I added the blossoms of jewelweed and dandelion, crushing them against the side of the pot with a clockwisenever withershinsmotion. I was a white witch, after all.
Glenn gave up all pretense at trying not to scratch and slowly rubbed his arm through his shirtsleeve. No one will know Ive been spelled?
Not unless they did a spell check on you. I was mildly disappointed. He was afraid to openly show he was using magic. The prejudice wasnt unusual. But then, after having taken an aspirin once, Id rather be in pain than swallow another. I guess I wasnt one to talk.
All right. It was a very reluctant admission.
Okey-dokey. I added the grated goldenseal root and turned it to a high boil. When the froth took on a yellow tint that smelled like camphor, I turned off the heat. Nearly done.
This spell made the usual seven portions, and I wondered if hed demand I waste one on myself before trusting I wasnt going to turn him into a toad. That was an idea. I could put him in the garden to police the slugs from the hostas. Edden wouldnt miss him for at least a week.
Glenns eyes were on me as I pulled out seven clean redwood disks about the size of a wooden nickle and arranged them on the counter where he could see. Just about done, I said with a forced cheerfulness.
Thats it? he questioned, his brown eyes wide.
Thats it.
No lighting candles, or making circles, or saying magic words?
I shook my head. Youre thinking of ley line magic. And its Latin, not magic words. Ley line witches draw their power right from the line and need the trappings of ceremony to control it. Im an earth witch. Thank God. My magic is from ley lines, too, but its naturally filtered through plants. If I was a black witch, much of it would come through animals.
Feeling as if I was back doing my graduate lab-work exam, I dug in the silverware drawer for a finger stick. The sharp prick of the blade on my fingertip was hardly noticeable, and I massaged the required three drops into the potion. The scent of redwood rose thick and musty, overpowering the camphor smell. I had done it right. I had known I had.
You put blood in it! he said, and my head came up at his disgusted tone.
Well, duh. How else was I supposed to quicken it? Put it in the oven and bake it? My brow furrowed, and I tucked a strand of my hair that had escaped my bow back behind my ear. All magic requires a price paid by death, Detective. White earth magic pays for it by my blood and killing plants. If I wanted to make a black charm to knock you out, or turn your blood to tar, or even give you the hiccups, Id have to use some nasty ingredients involving animal parts. The really black magic requires not just my blood but animal sacrifice. Or human or Inderlander.
My voice was harsher than I had intended, and I kept my eyes down as I measured out the doses and let them soak into the redwood disks. Much of my stunted career at the I.S. involved bringing in gray spell crafterswitches that took a white charm such as a sleep spell and turned it to a bad usebut Id brought in black charm makers as well. Most had been ley line witches, since just the ingredients needed to stir a black charm were enough to keep most earth witches white. Eye of newt and toe of frog? Hardly. Try blood drawn from the spleen of a still-living animal and its tongue removed as it screamed its last breath into the ether. Nasty.
I wont make a black charm, I said when Glenn remained silent. Not only is it demented and gross, but black magic always comes back to get you. And when I had my way, it involved my foot in his gut or my cuffs on his wrists.
Choosing an amulet, I massaged three more drops of my blood onto it to invoke the spell. It soaked in quickly, as if the spell pulled the blood from my finger. I extended the charm to him, thinking of the time I had been tempted to stir a black spell. I survived, but came away with my demon mark. And all Id done was look at the book. Black magic always swings back. Always.
Its got your blood in it, he said in revulsion. Make another, and Ill put mine in it.
Yours? Yours wont do squat. It has to be witch blood. Yours doesnt have the right enzymes to quicken a spell. I held it out again, and he shook his head. Frustrated, I gritted my teeth. Your dad used one, you whiny little human. Take it so we can all move on with our lives! I thrust the amulet belligerently at him, and he gingerly took it.
Better? I said as his fingers encircled the wooden disk.
Um, yeah, he said, his square-jawed face suddenly slack. It is.
Of course it is, I muttered. Slightly mollified, I hung the rest of my amulets in my charm cupboard. Glenn silently took in my stash, each hook carefully labeled thanks to Ivys anal-retentive need to organize. Whatever. It made her happy and was no skin off my nose. I closed the door with a loud thump and turned.
Thank you, Ms. Morgan, he said, surprising me.
Youre welcome, I said, glad he had finally dropped the maam. Dont get any salt on it, and it should last for a year. You can take it off and store it if you want when the blisters go away. It works on poison ivy, too. I started to clean up my mess. Im sorry for letting Jenks pix you like that, I said slowly. He wouldnt have if he had known you were sensitive to pixy dust. Usually the blisters dont spread.
Dont worry about it. He stretched for one of Ivys catalogs at the end of the table, pulling his hand back at the picture of the curved stainless-steel knives on special.
I slid my spelling book away under the center island counter, glad he was loosening up. When it comes to Inderlanders, sometimes the smallest things can pack the hardest punch.
There was a loud boom of the front door closing. Stiffening, I crossed my arms before me, only now recognizing that it had been Ivys motorcycle tooling up the road a moment before. Glenn met my eyes, sitting straighter as he recognized my alarm. Ivy was home.
But not always, I finished.
Five
Eyes on the empty hallway, I motioned for Glenn to stay seated. I didnt have time to explain. I wondered how much Edden had told him, or if this was going to be one of his nasty but effective ways to smooth Glenns edges.
Rachel? came Ivys melodious voice, and Glenn stood, checking the creases in his gray slacks. Yeah, that would help. Did you know theres an FIB car parked in front of Keasleys?
Sit down, Glenn, I warned, and when he didnt, I moved to stand between him and the open archway to the hall.
Yuck! Ivy exclaimed, her voice muffled. Theres a fish in my bathtub. Is it the Howlers? When are they coming to get it? There was a hesitation, and I managed a sick smile at Glenn. Rachel? she called out, closer. Are you in here? Hey, we should go out to the mall tonight. Bath and Bodyworks is re-releasing an old scent with a citrus base. We need to hit the sample bottles. See how it works. You know, celebrate you making rent. What is that you have on now? The cinnamon? Thats a nice one, but it only lasts three hours.
Would have been nice to have known that earlier. Im in the kitchen, I said loudly.
Ivys tall, black-clad form strode past the opening. A canvas sack of groceries hung from her shoulder. Her black silk duster fluttered after her boot heels, and I could hear her looking for something in the living room. I didnt think you would be able to pull the fish thing off, she said. There was a hesitation, then, Where in hell is the phone?
In here, I said, crossing my arms uneasily.
Ivy pulled up short in the archway as she saw Glenn. Her somewhat Oriental features went blank in surprise. I could almost see the wall come down as she realized we werent alone. The skin around her eyes tightened. Her small nose flared, taking in his scent, cataloging his fear and my concern in an instant. Lips tight, she put her canvas bag of groceries on the counter and brushed her hair out of her eyes. It fell to her mid-back in a smooth black wave, and I knew it was bother, not nerves, that had prompted her to tuck it behind an ear.
Ivy had once had money, and still dressed like it, but her entire early inheritance had gone to the I.S. to pay off her contract when she quit with me. Put simply, she looked like a scary model: lithe and pale, but incredibly strong. Unlike me, she wore no nail polish, no jewelry apart from her crucifix twin black chain anklets about one foot, and very little makeup; she didnt need it. But like me, she was basically broke, at least until her mother finished dying and the rest of the Tamwood estate came to her. I was guessing that wouldnt be for about two hundred yearsbare minimum.
Ivys thin eyebrows rose as she looked Glenn over. Bringing your work home again, Rachel?
I took a breath. Hi, Ivy. This is Detective Glenn. You talked to him this afternoon? Sent him to pick me up? My look went pointed. We were going to talk about that later.
Ivy turned her back on him to unpack the groceries. Nice to meet you, she said, her tone flat. Then to me, she muttered, Sorry. Something came up.
Glenn swallowed hard. He looked shaky but was holding up. I guess Edden hadnt told him about Ivy. I really liked Edden. Youre a vampire, he said.
Ooooh, Ivy said. Weve got a bright one here.
Fingers fumbling around the string of his new amulet, he pulled a cross from behind his shirt. But the sun is up, he said, sounding as if he had been betrayed.
My my my, Ivy said. And a weatherman, too? She turned with a snide look. Im not dead yet, Detective Glenn. Only the true undead have light restrictions. Come back in sixty years and I might be worried about a sunburn. Seeing his cross, she smiled patronizingly and pulled out from behind her black spandex shirt her own, extravagant crucifix. That only works on undead vamps, she said as she turned back to the counter. Where did you get your schooling? B-movies?
Glenn backed up a step. Captain Edden never said you worked with a vampire, the FIB officer stammered.
At Eddens name, Ivy spun. It was a blindingly fast motion, and I started. This wasnt going well. She was starting to pull an aura. Damn. I glanced out the window. The sun would be down soon. Double damn.
I heard about you, the officer said, and I cringed at the arrogance in his voice, which he was using to cover his fear. Even Glenn couldnt be stupid enough to antagonize a vamp in her own house. That gun at his side wasnt going to do him any good. Sure, he could shoot her, and kill her, but then shed be dead and shed rip his freaking head off. And no jury in the world would convict her of murder, seeing as he killed her first.
Youre Tamwood, Glenn said, his bravado clearly scraped from a misplaced feeling of security. Captain Edden gave you three hundred hours of community service for taking out everyone on his floor, didnt he? What was it he made you do? A candy striper, right?
Ivy stiffened, and my mouth dropped open. He was that stupid.
It was worth it, Ivy said softly. Her fingers were shaking as she set the bag of marshmallows gently on the counter.
My breath caught. Shit. Ivys brown eyes had gone black as her pupils dilated. I stood, shocked at how quickly it had happened. It had been weeks since she vamped out on me, and never without warning. The angry shock of finding someone in an FIB uniform in her kitchen might have accounted for some of it, but in hindsight I had a sick feeling that letting her walk in on Glenn hadnt been the best thing. His fear had hit her hard and fast, giving her no time to prepare herself against temptation.
His sudden fright had filled the air with pheromones. They acted as a potent aphrodisiac only she could taste, jerking into play thousand-year-old instincts fixed deep in her virus-changed DNA. In a breath, they had turned her from my slightly disturbing roommate to a predator that could kill both of us in three seconds flat if the desire to sate her longsuppressed hunger outweighed the consequences of draining an FIB detective. It was that balance that frightened me. I knew where I was on her personal scale of hunger and reason. Where Glenn stood, I hadnt a clue.
Like flowing dust, her posture melted and she leaned back against the counter on one bent elbow, hip cocked. Deathly still, she ran her gaze up Glenn until it locked upon his eyes. Her head tilted with a sultry slowness until she was eyeing him from under her straight bangs. Only now did she take a slow, deliberate breath. Her long pale fingers flicked about the deep V-neck of her spandex shirt tucked into her leather pants.
Youre tall, she said, her gray voice pulling remembered fear from me. I like that. It wasnt sex she was after, it was dominance. She would have bespelled him if she could have, but shed have to wait until she was dead before she had power over the unwilling.
Swell, I thought as she pushed herself from the counter and headed for him. Shed lost it. It was worse than the time she found Nick and I snuggled up together on her couch not watching pro wrestling. I still didnt know what had set her off thenshe and I had a concrete understanding that I wasnt her girlfriend, plaything, lover, shadow, or whatever the newest term for vampire flunky was these days.
My thoughts scrambled for a way to bring her back without making things worse. Ivy drifted to a stop before Glenn, the hem of her duster seeming to move in slow motion as it edged forward to touch his shoes. Her tongue slipped across her very white teeth, hiding them even as they flashed. With a recognizable restrained power, she put a hand to either side of him at head height, pinning him to the wall. Mmmm, she said, breathing in through parted lips. Very tall. Lots of leg. Beautiful, beautiful dark skin. Did Rachel bring you home for me?