You killed my wife, Jenks replied. Let me see the damn coat! I want to wear the Tink-blasted thing!
I couldnt help my smile, deciding that as long as Ivy knew where I was there was no need to bother him. Besides, he didnt have his winter clothes on, and it was cold. Giving Rex a scratch under her chin, I stepped over the low wall, starting through the tombstones for the distant wall. There were two bars in the rusted car gate that had been wedged apart just enough for a size eight tall to squeeze through.
A feeling of excitement began to push out my melancholy. I hadnt been on a run in ages. Not a run runI ran regularly at the zoo before they opened, Wayde in tow. I meant a bad-guy run, where the adrenaline flowed and both the brain and the body got a workout. Ivy had been trying to include me in her work, but Id not had much business since Id been labeled a demon, and I missed it. But now, as I slunk through the graveyard, the hair on the back of my neck prickling from being in sight of Waydes windows, I felt a thrill down to my dew-wet toes. If he didnt see me, then my gut feeling that he wasnt up to this was right, and I needed to stop depending on him.
The bus stop was about thirty yards awayand right in Waydes line of sight should he be looking. I thought it inexcusable that I could have gotten this far without him knowing it, and a feeling of justifiable anger suffused me.
The choking gurgle of the bus brought my head up, and I peered down the street, heart pounding. It was early. Smiling, I ran for the fence, the bus passing me as I slipped between the rusty bars. Wait! I shouted, the bars leaving a long red stain on my jacket as I shoved my way through, waving my arm as I ran. Man . . . I hoped theyd pick me up. Sometimes they didnt. You take the hair off the first three rows with a misfired charm and they never forget. Hey! Im running here! I shouted, garden shoes squishing.
I pounded after it, and the bus finally stopped. Rachel! I heard Wayde bellow, and I, grinning, didnt turn. It was about time. I knew I should stop, but I was burning with the need to rub his nose in something. Rachel! You wicked little witch! Get back here!
The buss door was open, and I grabbed the handle, swinging myself in. Thanks, I said breathlessly to the driver, then turned to wave at Wayde as I stood on the lowest step. He was in his boxers and a white T-shirt, standing on the porch steps with his hair wild and his beard matted. Clearly he had expected me to be a good little girl after yesterdays show of masculine strength. He was still in his jammies.
Wayde just about lost it, stomping down the stairs and heading across the wet grass in his bare feet. Crap, I had to get out of here.
Skittering up the steps, I dug a couple of dollars out of my bag and dropped it into the plastic piggy bank. Thanks again, I said to the sour-looking man driving the bus. He frowned, which made his deeply wrinkled face even more crevassed.
Is he after you, miss? he asked, and I smiled and nodded.
Yep. Mind making this thing move? Hes a bastard before his first cup of coffee.
With a tired sigh, the man closed the door and revved the engine. He put it into motion, and I swayed my way to the very back seat so I could watch Wayde skitter through the graveyard, trying not to walk on anyones grave. You have to move faster than that if you want to keep up with me, wolfman, I said under my breath, my mood much improved as I plunked myself down.
From the other side of the bus came a soft masculine throat clearing. Boyfriend?
My hand smacked into my shoulder bag and the reassuring presence of my splat gun. Startled, I turned to the other back seat and saw a young man in a short brown coat. By the tattoo peeking out of his collar, he was a Were. His tousled hair was black and wavy. A thick stubble was on his face, jet black and sexy. His smile was sly, and it went right to my gut and twisted.
I resettled myself, glad I had my jacket even if I was right over the heater. Boyfriend? No. But he acts like it sometimes. I looked out the back window, seeing Wayde making his way back to the church, his head down and his arms swinging. Yeah, he was mad. I need some time alone, I said as the bus turned the corner and he was gone.
Oh, sorry, the man said as he shifted his body angle away from me.
Not from everyone, I said, realizing what Id sounded like. Just . . . everyone at home. You know?
He turned back to face me, his smile warming me through my thin jacket. Trex, he said, extending his hand across the aisle.
Oh my God, I probably looked a mess, but I reached for his hand, hoping my fingers had warmed up as I took it. Hi, Trex. Im Rachel.
Trexs eyes went from my tattoo to the bracelet of charmed silver peeping out of my cuff, then back to the tattoo fluff on my neck. Youre Rachel Morgan? Black dandelion pack? Lets have a squint at it.
Wow, word gets around fast. Flustered, I turned and yanked my shirt aside to show him.
Trex drew close for an instant, then pulled back, whistling in appreciation. Thats new, he said, and I spun back around. Emojin?
I nodded, propping myself against the back of the next seat up when we hit a bump. We were heading into Cincy over the bridge. There wasnt much traffic on a Saturday afternoon, and wed be right downtown in a matter of minutes if we didnt have to stop for anyone. That was cool. I could get a coffee before I headed to the FIB. My own first cup was still sitting untouched on the kitchen counter. Yes. She inked me last night.
Quality. His eyes fixed on mine, he pulled his coat and shirt aside to show an hourglass broken by a thorny rose vine. Red sand spilled out like blood. Blood sand, he said. Good to meet you.
Its a pleasure, I said, deciding that it was. I was never going to see this man again, but that was part of the joy. He was here, I was here, we were sharing a moment, and it wouldnt impact my future one bit.
My phone began ringing in my back pocket. It was on vibrate, but I think Trex could hear it, since his eyes went to it. I ignored it, smiling at him. Your phone is ringing, Trex finally said, and I sighed, reaching around to my back pocket and slumping in the seat when I saw the churchs number.
Its Wayde, I said glumly as I dropped it into my shoulder bag, wondering if he knew how to track me with a live phone. The guy in boxers.
You need some help ditching him?
Just the offer meant the world to me, and I gave him a bright smile. We were already among Cincys tall buildings. I could run my errand and be back in a few hours, easy. Thanks, but no, I said as I stood, seeing Juniors just down the block. Im good. It was a pleasure.
He nodded, his lips still curved up, but with disappointment in his eyes. He had no idea how much that meant to me, and I could have hugged him. Id been shunned and reviled for so long that even this harmless flirting felt great. I could not go back, but I could go forward. David was right. A show of pack membership had rubbed out the stigma of being a demon. At least for Trex here.
Have a good run, he said as the bus came to a stop and I headed for the door.
I didnt think he meant my errand to the FIB, but rather a run run. He knew what I was doing. I got off the bus, wishing Id worn a heavier coat as I stood in the cool wind coming off the river. The door shut, and the bus took off. I resisted the urge to wave to Trex, but barely. I smiled up at the bright sky, enjoying being alone while surrounded by thousands. Maybe I could grab a late breakfast somewhere after dumping off the amulets.
I walked away, feeling sassy despite my garden shoes squishing. Coffee. Yeah. That sounded good.
The chimes on the handle reminded me of Jenkss kids laughter as I pushed the glass door open. Warm air smelling of coffee and ginger enveloped me, and I immediately felt warmer. I paused just past the threshold to take in the familiar tables and booths, and the weird pictures of babies dressed up as fruit and flowers. I still didnt get it.
I was leaving mud behind as I went to place my order. Juniors had only recently opened a drive-through window, and though it was busy outside, the tables held only a few people. Most of them looked like they were drumming up business, their advertising logos prominently showing as they interviewed potential acolytes.
Rubbing the cold from my arms, I went to the pastry shelves, deciding Id treat myself. I hadnt had breakfast yet, much less my first coffee.
Hi, what can I get for you today?
I looked up to see Junioror Mark, ratherwith a bright red manager tag on his apron. He was smiling professionally at me, and I smiled back, but then his expression clouded. What are you doing here? he barked as he recognized me.
My smile faded. Getting a coffee. I pulled myself to my full height in my soggy, muddy garden shoes. Im not shunned anymore. Okay? The patrons looked up, and I lifted my chin. Squinting at him, I put my palm on the counter, making sure my band of charmed silver hit it with a small clink.
Mark looked at it. He was a witchId seen him make a circle beforeand he knew what it was. But like everyone else, he probably thought that the coven of moral and ethical standards had put it on me to keep me from doing any magic.
Mark looked at it. He was a witchId seen him make a circle beforeand he knew what it was. But like everyone else, he probably thought that the coven of moral and ethical standards had put it on me to keep me from doing any magic.
I can take it off if it bothers you, I said lightly, running a finger along the inside.
Mark frowned and backed up a step. I figured hed put himself in an uninvoked circlehaving them behind the counter was standard practice in case of attempted armed robberies. My good mood was falling apart.
What do you want?
It was flat and hostile, but I couldnt blame himmuch. Last year, Id almost trashed the place trying to catch a banshee and her psychotic serial-killer husband. Then just a few months ago, my ex-boyfriend Nick had caused a scene to give me time to escape a member of the coven. Mark hadnt known it was me then, but the papers had made it public. It made me wonder if Juniors had been built on some kind of galactic time-warp continuum. Everything seemed to start or end here.