I said Id help you, he said quickly, his frustration probably because I wasnt being reasonable, but I couldnt help it. The man was scaring me, and I didnt know why. He never had before. Help me? Why would he help me? And could I trust that?
You need to consider the risk that youre putting yourself and those around you in by choosing to sever your ability to do quick, adaptive magic, he finished softly, persuasively, his beautiful voice coaxing me to just . . . listen.
My head drooped, and I looked past Trent to Wayde, his face down and his hand reaching for nothing. I cant, Trent, I whispered. If I start hurting people, then I start killing them. I dont want to be that person.
I looked up and was shocked by his understanding. I blinked, and he hid it by rubbing his hand over the cup of his ear and ducking his head. I understand where youre coming from, he said. I really do, but this? He gestured behind him to Wayde. This isnt safe for you or anyone else. One good charm could have prevented this altogether.
I know that, I said, feeling the sting of guilt, but he only came closer, his expression softening more.
Instead, you did nothing, letting it escalate until someone else had to step in, and now instead of a sprained wrist, he might have a concussion.
I am not going to kill people! I said, and he winced as my voice echoed in the rain-emptied street.
Im not asking you to, he said, his eyes finally meeting mine. But you are a demon.
Arms wrapped around my middle, I looked up into the misty rain.
That comes with responsibilities and expectations, but it also gives you a way out, Trent was saying, but my gut hurt. My God, Rachel, you have an arsenal of abilities youre ignoring, weapons that can be used to minimize the damage your existence creates. Youre forcing others to pick up your slack. Its time to grow up.
He had me until his last words, and my head snapped down. Stop it. Just stop, I said, and his shoulders slumped as he realized hed gone too far. Thank you for coming over here and rescuing me from my bodyguard.
Trents posture shifted to one of belligerence, his hair dark in the misty rain. Tell me that again when you mean it, and Ill buy you dinner, he said, and my jaw tightened.
I appreciate that you want to help me screw up my life even more, I said, heart pounding, but with all due respect, Mr. Kalamack, when I want the damn bracelet off, Ill ask you.
Is that so?
His words were clipped, and I desperately wanted to say something different, but he was right and I was scared. And when I got scared, I got stubborn. Yes, I said, chin lifted.
For a long moment he looked at me, unknown thoughts making his own jaw clench and a dangerous light catch in his eyes. Mr. Benson cant keep you safe from HAPA.
I stood up straighter, hoping he didnt see me shaking. Im only going out to secure sites. Im making up some earth-magic charms later. If Im prepared, Ill be okay. Its not as if Ive never been under a death threat before.
Trents lips lost their hard slant, and he almost smiled. Head dropping, he stepped closer to say something, but behind him, Wayde moved, his knee scraping on the cement as he sat up.
Damn, the Were breathed, his head still bowed as he felt his chest. What the hell hit me?
Id never find out what Trent was going to say because he bent to help Wayde to his feet. Sorry about that, he said, and I swear I saw a faint glow as he did some healing magic and Wayde blinked fast. I thought you were taking Rachel against her will.
He was, I said, ignored by both men as I fidgeted at the open door.
Wayde squinted up at me in the dark before he dropped his head again and rubbed the back of his neck. He was wet from having been on the cement, and still dazed. I was trying to prove a point.
Trent nodded, that same tight look about his jaw. It would have worked except for one thing, he said, and Wayde looked up.
Whats that? he asked blearily.
Silent, Trent stared at me while my heart hammered, once, twice, three times. Shes got friends, he finally said. His head cocked in challenge, Trent turned his back on me and paced quickly to his car, his steps light and almost silent.
Wayde groaned softly, hunched over as he felt his middle. Are you okay? I asked him as I put a hand on his back, then watched as Trent drove away, his wipers going and his brake lights shining on the damp pavement.
Yeah. Can we go now?
I nodded, taking his elbow to steady him as we went down the steps. Sure. We could go now. Damn it, I was going to get a tattoo. Swell.
Chapter Six
David put his heater-stuffy, gray sports car into park in front of a deserted shop front, and I stared out the front window, the misty black adding to my stellar mood. Even the familiar, pleasant scent of Were mixing with Davids expensive cologne didnt help. There were no cars here, no pedestrian activity, the rain having emptied the usually busy Inderland neighborhood. It was one in the morning in a bad part of town, but seeing that I was sitting next to an alpha Were with an angry bodyguard in the back, Id probably be okay, even if Davids car was likely on three chop-shop lists. Id been in worse neighborhoods on my own.
David looked across the street to a trashy storefront, its windows plastered with old band posters. It looked like a cross between a beauty parlor and a motorcycle outlet, and I suddenly realized that it wasnt abandoned, but closed. EMOJINS was stenciled in faded gold letters on the door. Theyre closed, I thought, seeing the dark windows. Thank you, God.
David looked across the street to a trashy storefront, its windows plastered with old band posters. It looked like a cross between a beauty parlor and a motorcycle outlet, and I suddenly realized that it wasnt abandoned, but closed. EMOJINS was stenciled in faded gold letters on the door. Theyre closed, I thought, seeing the dark windows. Thank you, God.
Thanks, Rachel. I appreciate this, David said, and Wayde, in the back and nursing a massive headache, snorted.
They look closed, I muttered, not looking at either of them.
David opened his door and got out, and the faint scent of old garbage and wet pavement slipped in. This is the fifth appointment youve missed. They dont expect you to show. Wait here until I know if theyll see you.
Wayde lurched out of the backseat, groaning as he found the pavement and carefully stretched. Ill check, he said. If I dont keep moving, Im going to stiffen up.
David settled back in the soft leather. Ill wait here with Rachel, he said, and Wayde shut the door, a shade harder than necessary. I knew he was ticked about the bruised ribs, but he shouldnt have tried to carry me out of the church over his shoulder.
Wayde tapped on the glass, glaring at me. Youre being an ass. Apologize.
Sneering, I almost flipped him off.
Wayde, hiding a faint limp, crossed the road to the tattoo parlor. Angling his hand through the wide bars, he knocked on the thick glass. He looked right at home on the street, hunched against the misty rain in his rough canvas coat, faded jeans, and thick army boots. A light came on in the back and I turned away. Great. Someone was still there.
I mean it, David said earnestly as he turned the heat down, and I sighed. I appreciate you doing this, but if you dont want to, thats okay. I understand.
But it wasnt okay, and I frowned. Wayde was right. I was being an ass, not to mention childish. I want to do this, I said, unable to look at the man, my voice sullen. Im sorry for being such a pain. Im excited about it. Really.
David laughed, then sobered. I try to steer clear of your affairs . . . he started.
I know, I said, meeting his eyes. I appreciate it.
But Ill feel better once you have your pack tattoo, he finished, his dark eyes even darker in the soft rain spotting the windows. His wipers squeaked back and forth, and he turned them off. Youre vulnerable without all your magic. One man with a van and another with a wad of ether, and youre gone.
Its not that bad, I said, uneasy as I remembered Trent saying the same thing in different words.
Yes, it is, he said, his brow furrowed. Especially now that youve lost the one thing you had going for you, your anonymity. Youre a demon with little magic, a prize for every self-styled magic slinger this side of the Mississippi who wants to make a name for himself. Im not about to curtail your freedom, because when you chain someone up to be safe, theyre still chained, but if you dont take steps to protect yourself, I will, and you will accept it.
Ashamed, I fiddled with the lip of my shoulder bag.
Glenn told me what you, Jenks, and Ivy are working on with him, he added, and I turned to him.
He told you?
David nodded, watching Wayde talk through the barred door to an irate woman in jeans and a sweater. Not a lot, David said, but enough to be able to read between the lines of the official statements. His gaze went to mine, locking on my eyes and holding them. Be careful, he said, and I almost shivered. These people are calling you out. Having a visible tie to someone will make it easier for me to let you go about your business. Especially now that your magic is limited.
Ye-e-e-es, I said slowly, fingering the bracelet. I said I was a demon, but was I really if I couldnt walk the walk?
Looking at the shop, David said, You have friends and allies out there. With a tattoo, theyll recognize you. You deserve it. Accept it with grace.
Confused, I winced. Trent was telling me to stand on my own, that I had to accept magic as both my downfall and my saving grace. David was telling me to rely on my friends, that doing so was the grown-up thing to do. I didnt know what to think anymore. Maybe I could do both. Thank you, I said softly. Im sorry. I shouldnt have come out of the closet.
Oh no, David said, and my head came up at the amusement in his voice. Im glad you did. It invoked the demon clause. Between Trent and me, we almost have you solvent again.
Demon clause? I asked sourly, sure the smile quirking his lips was at my expense.
Demon clause, he echoed, nodding sharply. Any action caused by a demon cannot be held accountable to any person and is considered an act of nature. Its in most boilerplates, and what it means is that all the lawsuits against you have no validity.