Uh, Jenks, maam, he stammered, his wings moving fitfully to tangle in my hair.
Jenks, she said, her tone bordering on the respectful. Im glad to make your acquaintance. Youre not on my class list. Please leave.
Yes maam, he said, and much to my surprise, the usually arrogant pixy swung himself off my earring. Sorry, Rache, he said, hovering before me. Ill be in the faculty lounge or the library. Nick might still be working.
Sure. Ill find you later.
He gave Dr. Anders a head bob and zipped out the still open door.
Im sorry, Dr. Anders said. Is my class interfering with your social life?
No, Dr. Anders. Its a pleasure seeing you again.
She pulled back at the faint sarcasm. Is it?
From the corner of my sight I saw Janines mouth hanging open. What I could see of the rest of the class looked about the same. My face burned. I dont know why the woman had it in for me, but she did. She was as nice as a hungry crow to everyone else, but I got the ravenous badger.
Dr. Anders let her papers fall to my table with a slap. My name was circled in a thick red marker. Her thin lips tightened almost imperceptibly. Why are you here? she asked. We are two classes into the semester.
Its still add/drop week, I countered, feeling my pulse increase. Unlike Jenks, I had no problem fighting authority. But as the song went, authority always won.
I dont even know how you managed to get the approval for taking this class, she said caustically. You have none of the prerequisites.
All my credits transferred in. And I got a year for life experiences. True enough, but Edden was the real reason I had been able to skip right to a five-hundred-level class.
You are wasting my time, Ms. Morgan, she said. You are an earth witch. I thought I had made that very clear to you. You dont possess the control to work ley lines beyond what you need to close a modest circle. She leaned over me, and I felt my blood pressure rise. Im going to flunk you out of my class faster than before.
I took a steadying breath, glancing at the shocked faces. Clearly they had never seen this side of their beloved instructor. I need this class, Dr. Anders, I said, not knowing why I was trying to appeal to her stunted compassion. Except that if I got kicked out, Edden might make me pay the tuition. Im here to learn.
At that, the prickly woman picked up her papers and retreated to the empty table behind her. Her gaze roved over the class before settling on me. Having trouble with your demon?
Several in the class gasped. Janine actually shrank away from me. Damn that woman, I thought, my hand going to cover my wrist. Not even here for five minutes, and she alienates me from the entire class. I should have worn a bracelet. My jaw clenched and my breathing increased as I fought to not respond.
Dr. Anders seemed satisfied. You cant reliably hide a demon mark with earth magic, she said, her voice raised in the sound of instruction. You need ley line magic for that. Is that why youre here, Ms. Morgan? she mocked.
Shaking, I refused to drop her eyes. I hadnt known that. No wonder my charms to disguise it never worked past sundown.
Her wrinkles went deeper as she frowned. Professor Peltzers Demonology for Modern Practitioners is in the next building over. Perhaps you should excuse yourself and see if its not too late to change classes. We do not deal in the black arts here.
I am not a black witch, I said softly, afraid if I raised my voice, I would start shouting. I pushed up my sleeve to show my demon mark, refusing to be ashamed of it. I did not call the demon who gave me this. I fought it off.
I took a slow breath, unable to look at anyone, most of all Janine, who had pushed as far from me as she could get. Im here to learn how to keep it off of me, Dr. Anders. I will not take any demonology classes. Im afraid of them.
The last was a whisper, but I knew everyone heard. Dr. Anders seemed taken aback. I was embarrassed, but if it kept her off my case, then it was embarrassment well spent.
The womans footsteps were loud as she clacked to the front of the room. Go home, Ms. Morgan, she said to the blackboard. I know why youre here. I did not kill my past students, and I take offense in your unsaid accusation.
And with that pleasant thought, she turned, flashing the class a tight-lipped smile. If the rest of you will please retain your copies of eighteenth century pentagrams? We will be having a quiz on them Friday. For next week, I want you to go over chapters six, seven, and eight in your texts and to do the even practices at the end of each. Janine?
At the sound of her name, the woman jumped. She had been trying to get a good look at my wrist. I was still shaking, my fingers trembling as I wrote down the assignment.
Janine, you would do well to do the odds on chapter six, as well. Your control in releasing stored ley line energy leaves something to be desired.
Yes, Dr. Anders, she said, white-faced.
And go sit by Brian, she added. You can learn more from him than Ms. Morgan.
Janine didnt hesitate. Before Dr. Anders had even finished, Janine picked up her purse and book, moving to the next table. I was left alone, feeling sick. Janines borrowed chalk sat next to my book like a stolen cookie.
I would also like to evaluate your linkages with your familiars on Friday, as we will be starting a section on long-term protection over the next few weeks, Dr. Anders was saying. So please bring them in. It will take some time to get through all of you. Those at the end of the alphabet can expect to be held beyond the usual class time.
There was a weary groan from some of the students, but it lacked a certain joviality that I sensed was usually there. My stomach dropped. I didnt have a familiar. If I didnt get one by Friday, shed flunk me. Same as last time.
Dr. Anders smiled at me with the warmth of a doll. Is that a problem, Ms. Morgan?
No, I said flatly, starting to want to pin the murders on her whether she had committed them or not. No problem at all.
Eight
Thankfully, there was no line when we pulled up to Pizza Piscarys in Glenns unmarked FIB car. Ivy and I slid out almost as soon as the car stopped. It hadnt been a very comfortable ride for either of us, the memory of her pinning me to the kitchen wall still new-penny bright. Her manner had been odd this evening, subdued but excited. I felt like I was going to meet her parents. In a way, I suppose I was. Piscary was the way-back originator of her livingvamp family line.
Glenn yawned as he slowly got out and put his jacket on, but he woke up enough to wave off Jenks, flitting around his head. He didnt seem at all uneasy about going into what was strictly an Inderland eatery. I could almost see the chip on his shoulder. Maybe he was a slow learner.
The FIB detective had agreed to exchange his stiff FIB suit for the jeans and faded flannel shirt Ivy had tucked in the back of her closet in a box labeled LEFTOVERS in a faded black marker. They fit Glenn exactly, and I didnt want to know where she had gotten them or why they had several neatly mended tears in some rather unusual places. A nylon jacket hid the weapon he refused to leave behind, but I had left my splat gun at home. It would be useless against a room full of vamps.
A van eased into the lot to take an empty space at the far end. My attention drifted from it to the brightly lit delivery/ takeout window. As I watched, another pizza went out, the car lurching into the street and speeding away with the quickness that told of a large engine. Pizza drivers have made good money since they successfully lobbied for hazard pay.
Past the parking lot was the soft lapping of water on wood. Long strips of light glinted on the Ohio River, and the taller buildings of Cincinnati reflected in wide streaks on the flat water. Piscarys was waterfront property, situated in the middle of the more affluent strip of clubs, restaurants, and nightspots. It even had a landing where yacht-traveling patrons could tie up tobut getting a table overlooking the dock would be impossible this late.
Ready? Ivy said brightly as she finished adjusting her jacket. She was dressed in her usual black leather pants and silk shirt, looking lanky and predatory. The only color to her face was her bright red lipstick. A chain of black gold hung about her neck in place of her usual crucifixwhich was now tucked in her jewelry box at home. It matched her ankle bracelets perfectly. She had gone further to paint her nails with a clear coat, giving them a subtle shine.
The jewelry and nail polish were unusual for her, and after seeing it, I had opted to wear a wide silver band instead of my usual charm bracelet to cover my demon mark. It felt nice to get dressed up, and Id even tried to do something with my hair. The red frizz I ended up with almost looked intentional.
I kept a step behind Glenn as we moved to the front door. Inderlanders mixed freely, but our group was more odd than usual, and I was hoping to get in and out quickly with the information we came for before we attracted attention. The van that pulled in after us was a pack of Weres, and they were noisy as they closed the gap between us.
Glenn, Ivy said as we reached the door. Keep your mouth shut.
Whatever, the officer said antagonistically.
My eyebrows rose and I took a wary step back. Jenks landed upon my big hoop earrings. This ought to be good, he snickered.
Ivy grabbed Glenns collar, picking him up and slamming him against the wooden pillar supporting the canopy. The startled man froze for an instant, then kicked out, aiming for Ivys gut. Ivy dropped him to evade the strike. With a vamp quickness, she picked him back up and slammed him into the post again. Glenn grunted in pain, struggling to catch his breath.
Ooooh, Jenks cheered. Thats going to ache in the morning.
I jiggled my foot and glanced at the pack of Weres. Couldnt you have taken care of this before we left? I complained.
Look, you little snack, Ivy said calmly, putting herself in Glenns face. You will keep your mouth shut. You do not exist unless I ask you a question.
Go to hell, Glenn managed, his face reddening under his dark skin.
Ivy shifted him a smidgen higher, and he grunted. You stink like a human, she continued, her eyes shifting toward black. Piscarys is all Inderlanders or bound humans. The only way youre going to get out of here with all your parts intact and unpunctured is if everyone thinks youre my shadow.
Shadow, I thought. It was a derogatory term. Thrall was another. Toy would be more accurate. It referred to a human recently bit, now little more than a walking source of sex and food, and mentally bound to a vamp. They were kept submissive as long as possible. Decades sometimes. My old boss, Denon, had been counted among them until he curried the favor of the one who had granted him a more free existence.
Face ugly, Glenn broke her hold and fell to the ground. Go Turn yourself, Tamwood, he rasped, rubbing his neck. I can take care of myself. This wont be any worse than walking into a good-old-boys bar in deep Georgia.
Yeah? she questioned, pale hand on her cocked hip. Anyone there want to eat you?
The Were pack flowed past us and inside. One jerked, doing a double take as he saw me, and I wondered if my stealing that fish was going to be a problem. Music and chatter drifted out, cutting off as the thick door shut. I sighed. It sounded busy. Now wed probably have to wait for a table.
I offered Glenn a hand up as Ivy opened the door. Glenn refused my help, tucking his anti-itch spell back behind his shirt as he struggled to find his pride, squished under Ivys boots somewhere. Jenks flitted from me to his shoulder, and Glenn started. Go sit somewhere else, pixy, he said around a cough.
Oh, no, Jenks said merrily. Dont you know a vamp wont touch you if theres a pixy on your shoulder? Its a well-known fact.
Glenn hesitated, and my eyes rolled. What a crock.
We filed in behind Ivy as the Were pack was being led to their table. The place was crowded, not unusual for a workday. Piscarys had the best pizza in Cincinnati, and they didnt take reservations. The warmth and noise relaxed me, and I took off my coat. The rough-cut, thick support beams seemed to prop up the low ceiling, and a rhythmic stomping to the beat of Stings Rehumanize Yourself filtered down the wide stairs. Past them were wide windows looking out over the black river and the city beyond. A three-story, obscenely expensive motorboat was tied up, the docking lights shining on the name across the bow, SOLAR. Pretty college-age kids moved efficiently about in their skimpy uniforms, some more suggestive than others. Most were bound humans, since the vamp staff traditionally took the less supervised upstairs.
The hosts eyebrows rose as he took Glenn in. I could tell he was the host because his shirt was only half undone and his name tag said so. Table for three? Lighted or non?
Lighted, I interjected before Ivy could say different. I didnt want to be upstairs. It sounded rowdy.
It will be about fifteen minutes, then. You can wait at the bar if you like.
I sighed. Fifteen minutes. It was always fifteen minutes. Fifteen little minutes that dragged to thirty, then forty, and then you were willing to wait ten more so you didnt have to go to the next restaurant and start all over again.
Ivy smiled to show her teeth. Her canines were no bigger than mine were, but sharp like a cats. Well wait here, thanks.
Looking almost enraptured by her smile, the host nodded. His chest, showing beneath his open shirt, was scattered with pale scars. It wasnt what the hosts were wearing at Dennys, but who was I to complain? There was a soft look about him that I didnt like in my men but some women did. It wont be long, he said, his eyes fixing to mine as he noticed my attention on him. His lips parted suggestively. Do you want to order now?
A pizza went by on a tray, and as I jerked my gaze from him, I glanced at Ivy and shrugged. We werent there for dinner, but why not? It smelled great.
Yeah, Ivy said. An extra large. Everything but peppers and onions.
Glenn jerked his attention from what looked like a coven of witches applauding the arrival of their dinner. Eating at Piscarys was an event. You said we werent going to stay.
Ivy turned, black swelling within her eyes. Im hungry. Is that okay with you?
Sure, he muttered.
Immediately Ivy regained her composure. I knew she wouldnt vamp out here. It might start a cascading reaction from the surrounding vampires, and Piscary would lose his A rating on his MPL. Maybe we can share a table with someone. Im starved, she said, jiggling her foot.
MPL was short for Mixed Public License. What it meant was a strict enforcement of no blood drawn on the premises. Standard stuff for most places serving alcohol since the Turn. It created a safe zone that we frail dead means dead folk needed. If you had too many vamps together and one drew blood, the rest had a tendency to lose control. No problem if everyones a vampire, but people didnt like it when their loved ones night on the town turned into an eternity in the graveyard. Or worse.
The clubs and nightspots without a MPL existed, but they werent as popular and didnt make as much money. Humans liked MPL places, since they could safely flirt without someone elses bad decision turning their date into an out of control, bloodthirsty fiend. At least until the privacy of their own bedroom, where they might survive it. And vamps liked it tooit was easier to break the ice when your date wasnt uptight about you breaking his or her skin.
I looked around the semiopen room, seeing only Inderlanders among the patrons. MPL or not, it was obvious Glenn was attracting attention. The music had died, and no one had put in another quarter. Apart from the witches in the corner and the pack of Weres in the back, the downstairs was full of vamps in various levels of sensuality ranging from casual to satin and lace. A good part of the floor was taken up in what looked like a death-day party.
The sudden warm breath on my neck jerked me straight, and it was only Ivys bothered look that kept me from smacking whoever it was. Spinning, my tart retort died. Swell. Kisten.
The living vamp was Ivys friend, and I didnt like him. Some of that was because Kist was Piscarys scion, a loose extension of the master vampire who did his daylight work for him. It didnt help that Piscary had once bespelled me against my will through Kist, something I hadnt known was possible at the time. It also didnt help that he was very, very pretty, making him very, very dangerous by my reckoning.
If Ivy was a diva of the dark, then Kist was her consort, and God help me, he looked the part. Short blond hair, blue eyes, and chin holding enough stubble to give his delicate features a more rugged cast made him a sexy bundle of promised fun. He was dressed more conservatively than usual, his biker leather and chains replaced with a tasteful shirt and slacks. His I-should-care-what-you-think-because? attitude remained, though. The lack of biker boots put him a shade taller than me with the heels I had on, and the ageless look of an undead vampire shimmered in him like a promise to be fulfilled. He moved with a catlike confidence, having enough muscle to enjoy running your fingertips over but not so much that it got in the way.
Ivy and he had a past I didnt want to know about, since she had been a very practicing vamp at the time. I was always struck with the impression that if he couldnt have her, hed be happy with her roommate. Or the girl next door. Or the woman he met on the bus this morning
Evening, love, he breathed in a fake English accent, his eyes amused because he had surprised me.
I pushed him back with a finger. Your accent stinks. Go away until you get it right. But my pulse had increased, and a faint, pleasant tickle from the scar on my neck brought all my proximity alarms into play. Damn it. Id forgotten about that.
He glanced at Ivy as if for permission, then playfully licked his lips as she frowned her answer. I scowled, thinking I didnt need her help fending him off. Seeing it, she made a puff of exasperated air and pulled Glenn to the bar, enticing Jenks to join them with the promise of a honeyed toddy. The FIB detective glanced at me over his shoulder as he went, knowing something had passed between the three of us but not what.
Alone at last. Kist shifted to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with me and look across the open floor. I could smell leather, though he wasnt wearing any. That I could see, at least.
Cant you find a better opening line than that? I said, wishing I hadnt driven Ivy away.
It wasnt a line.
His shoulder was too close to mine, but I wouldnt shift away and let him know it bothered me. I snuck a glance at him as he breathed with a heavy slowness, his eyes scanning the patrons even as he took in my scent to gauge my state of unease. Twin diamond earrings glittered from one ear, and I remembered the other had only one stud and a healed tear. A chain made out of the same stuff as Ivys was the only hint of his usual bad-boy attire. I wondered what he was doing here. There were better places for a living vamp to pick up a date/snack.
His fingers moved with a restless motion, always pulling my eyes back to him. I knew he was throwing off vamp pheromones to soothe and relax meall the better to eat you with, my dearbut the prettier they are, the more defensive I get. My face went slack as I realized I had matched my breathing to his.
Subtle bespelling at its finest, I thought, purposely holding my breath to get us out of sync, and I saw him smile as he ducked his head and ran a hand over his chin. Normally only an undead vampire could bespell the unwilling, but being Piscarys scion gave Kist a portion of his masters abilities. He wouldnt dare try it here, though. Not with Ivy watching from the bar around her bottled water.
I suddenly realized he was rocking, moving his hips with a steady, suggestive motion. Stop it, I said as I turned to face him, disgusted. Theres an entire string of women watching you at the bar. Go bother them.
Its much more fun to bother you. Taking my scent deep into him, he leaned close. You still smell like Ivy, but she hasnt bitten you. My God, you are a tease.
Were friends, I said, affronted. Shes not hunting me.
Then she wont mind if I do.
Annoyed, I pulled away. He followed me until my back found a support post. Stop moving, he said as he put his hand against the thick post beside my head, pinning me though air still showed between us. I want to tell you something, and I dont want anyone else to hear it.
Like anyone could hear you over the noise, I scoffed, the fingers behind my back bending into a fist that wouldnt make my nails cut my palm if I had to slug him.
You might be surprised, he murmured, his eyes intent. I fixed on them, looking for and recognizing the barest hint of swelling black, even as his nearness sent a promise of heat from my scar. Id lived long enough with Ivy to know what a vamp looked like when they were close to losing it. He was fine, his instincts curbed and his hunger sated.