You cant, Marsha said, voice harsh as she held Luke. They know everything.
Unfortunately, she was right. We couldnt simply set them up in a nice house out of state and hope that they wouldnt be found and made into an even bigger example. Ivy had been trying to wiggle out from her master her entire life only to become more entangled, so much so that theyd ensnared me, too. Trent, maybe? I thought, but as it was, he was struggling to keep his head above the political sharks.
Maybe, I said as Luke sat up, muscles beginning to work again. Changing into a dog was a great idea. Actually, it had been a lousy idea, but unless you practiced magic, you wouldnt know how easy it was to circumvent it. My gaze went to the soggy carpet. Obviously.
Well run, Marsha said, tensing as if ready to walk out that exact second.
Ivy shook her head. You wont get past the city limits.
Marsha, sweetheart, Luke whispered. You know that wont work.
But Id given her hope, and the woman wouldnt let go. We can use the tunnels!
But Id given her hope, and the woman wouldnt let go. We can use the tunnels!
Ivy looked toward the shuttered windows at the sound of a horn. They built the tunnels.
I cant live without you. I wont! the distressed woman cried out, and I wondered if the place had been bugged. But if it had, Jenks would have heard the electronic whine and disabled them. We had a moment to catch our breath, and then wed have to move.
It wasnt as if we could stake their two master vampires; there were laws against that kind of thing. Unless Marsha and Luke could come up with ironclad blackmail, they were stuck.
Okay, I said, feeling the need to get moving. Wed been here too long. There might be some law or something you can tap into. Ivys going to need access to every document your names are on. Birth certificates, property deeds, insurance, parking tickets, tax returns, everything.
Marsha nodded, that same glow of hope back in her eyes hurting me. This wasnt going to work, but we had to try something.
Ivy rose to look out through a crack in the blinds. Do either of you have a safe house?
None we trust anymore, Luke said, and Ivy let the blind fall.
Ive got one, Ivy said, coming back to help Luke stand. You should be okay for a few days. Especially if you help out a little with the other guests coming in.
Wrapped in the blanket, Luke awkwardly got to his feet, pale and shaking. Anything. Yes. Thank you.
Jenks took to the air, humming out under the crack in the door to check the hallway. Almost immediately he darted back in with a big thumbs-up.
We cant just walk out with them, I said, and Ivy gave me a glum smile.
They wont try anything new until sundown, Ivy said, catching Marshas arm before the woman went into the bedroom and shaking her head to leave everything. Theyll want to be present the next time.
God help me. I hated vampires. Okay, lets move out.
But he needs his clothes, Marsha was saying as I collected my splat gun from the counter. Ivy was almost carrying Luke to the door, and tears began to slip again from Marsha. I totally understood. The entire place was a perfect blending of their love. It was sucky when happiness became this costly. But if theyd fought this hard for it, then it would last their entire lifetime. I just hoped that lifetime would be longer than a week.
The hallway was quiet, smelling of dust and old carpet. Eyes were watching through peepholes, and it made me edgy. Marsha took Lukes elbow to help him shuffle down the stairs in his blanket, and Ivy dropped back to talk to me.
Jenks, youre going with Ivy, right? I asked, knowing she wouldnt tell me the address of her safe house, much less take me there. Jenks, though . . .
Jenkss wings hummed into invisibility, and he rose up a hand width. Yeah.
No, Ivy said, frowning, and he made a face at her. Youre not coming, pixy.
Tinks a Disney whore, like you could stop me! he shot back.
Smiling, I edged around Ivy to keep Marsha and Luke from heading out without us. Ive got my phone on, I said, pushing them back to the mailboxes until I could look at the street.
Ill be fine. See you at home, Ivy said, ignoring Jenks and his sword pointed at her nose. Hey, you doing anything tonight?
Listen to me, you broken-fanged, moss-wiped excuse for a back-drafted blood bag! Jenks said, a silver-edged red dust slipping from him.
I looked back inside from the street, thinking this had been nice, even with the near miss. I liked working with Ivy. Always had. We did well togethereven when it had gone wrong. Im working security for Trent, I said, lips quirking as I saw her mentally smack her forehead. You want me to bring you back something? Its probably going to end somewhere with food.
Sure. Thatd be good, she said, turning to give Marsha and Luke some last-minute instructions on how to get from here to there alive. Ill call if I need help.
I touched her arm, and her eyes met mine in farewell. Smiling, I turned away remembering something Kisten had once said: I was there when she had her morning coffee, I was there when she turned out the light. I was her friend, and to Ivy, that was everything.
Jenks, Ive got this! I heard, and then I shut the door, my steps light as I headed for my car. Ivy would get home okay. She was right that the masters would want to be there when they brought their children in line. Besides, everyone in Cincinnati with fangs knew Ivy Tamwood.
Head up, I stomped along, eyeing the few pedestrians. Slowly my good mood was tarnished. Love died in the shadows, and it shouldnt cost so much to keep it in the sun. But as Trent would say, anything gotten cheap wouldnt last, so do what you need to do to be happy and deal with the consequences. That if love was easy, everyone would find it.
I turned the corner, my head coming up at the clatter of pixy wings. She said no, huh? I said as Jenks landed on my shoulder, his wings tickling my neck as he settled himself.
Tinks little pink rosebuds, he muttered. She threatened to dump insecticide on my summer hut. Besides, shes got it okay. God! Vampires in love. The only thing worse is you mooning over Trent.
My smile widened. Maybe Id make cookies. The man loved cookies.
He made a rude sound, his silence telling me he was unhappy. Sorry about the dog.
I lifted a shoulder and let it fall. You didnt know.
I should have.
I didnt answer, thinking about my date tonight with Trent. Well, not a date exactly, but I had to get dressed up as if it were one. I was still trying to decide whether to put my hair up or wear it down. Chocolate chip is his favorite.
Oh God, Jenks moaned. Youre thinking about him. I can tell. Your aura shifted.
Embarrassed, I halted at the crosswalk, waiting for the light. It did not.
It did, he complained, but I knew he crabbed because he couldnt say he was happy for me lest he jinx it somehow. So its been like what, three months? Does he still curl your toes?
Totally, I said, and he made a rude noise at my blissful smile. Hes a total toe curler.
Awww, this is sweeter than pixy piss, he said with false sarcasm. All my girls happy. I cant tell you the last time that happened.
My smile widened, and I pushed the walk button as if that might hurry it along. I think it was when
The unmistakable sound of tires screaming on pavement iced through me. My breath caught, and I turned. Jenks was gone, his white-hot sparkles seeming to burn an airborne trail back the way wed come. A woman screamed for help, and I jumped back when a black sedan roared past me, the front fender dented. Somehow I knew, like when a picture falls off the wall, or the clock stops ticking.
Ivy, I whispered, then turned and ran.
Chapter 2
The thumps of my feet on the pavement jarred up my spine. Dodging people turning to look, I followed Jenkss fading dust. My heart seemed to stop when I turned the corner and saw Ivy crumpled in the street. Marsha and Luke were standing looking down at her, dazed. A car stopped even as I watched, and a man got out, white faced, his phone in hand.
Call 911! I shouted as I slid to the pavement beside Ivy. Shit. Ivy. She had to be alive. I shouldnt have left you.
Call 911! I shouted as I slid to the pavement beside Ivy. Shit. Ivy. She had to be alive. I shouldnt have left you.
Jenks was a frantic, darting shape as he dusted the blood from a scalp wound. Shed hit her head. Her chest moved shallowly, and her legs were twisted. I was afraid to touch her, and my hands hovered over her, reminding me of Marsha standing over Luke.
Pain charm! I thought frantically as I searched my bag. Fingers fumbling, I dropped the charm over her head. I was putting a Band-Aid on a concussion, when she took a clean breath.
Did you call 911? I exclaimed as a pair of Meris dress shoes scuffed before us.
No hospital.
Her voice was soft, almost not there, and both Jenks and I looked at Ivy. She was pale, and pain pinched her still-closed eyes. That was good, right? She wasnt unconscious, even if her eyes were closed. Damn it, I should have learned how to make a healing curse! But Al was gone and it was too late.
Ivy. I brushed her hair back, my fingers trembling. They came away warm and red, and my fear redoubled. Shed hit her head badly enough that Jenkss dust wasnt stopping it. Ivy! I called when her eyes didnt open. More people were ringing us. Look at me, damn it! Look at me! Can you move your fingers and toes?
I think so.
Her eyes opened as I took her cold hand. The pupils were fully dilated, scaring me. I wasnt sure if it was from head trauma or my fear. The circle of people around us whispered, and when a smile of satisfaction edged over her pain, panic took me. Ivy?
Her hand squeezed mine, and she moved her legs, wincing as she straightened them. She could move, and I remembered how to breathe.
Marsha and Luke are gone, Jenks whispered as he hovered by my ear.
Like I freaking cared?
She was trying to sit up, and I gingerly helped her as the heat from the stopped car bathed us. Little fish, Ivy said, hair coming out of the bun as she held her middle. They werent after them. Oh God, I think I cracked a rib.
Dont move, I said, stiffening as a siren lifted into the air. The ambulance is coming.