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I’d do ugly things if anyone seriously hurt Pike, but if the same happened to Trent, I’d take unforgivable action.
I loved Trent when he was spelling, his fair hair staticky and his green eyes glinting with discovering how much power he could wield. I loved Trent when he was putting unicorn Band-Aids on scrapes and kissing little-girl tears into giggles. I loved Trent in the boardroom, his icy control striking doubt in those facing him as he outwitted them with lifelong relationships and cunning foresight. But I think I loved him best when he was in the kitchen, content and happy as he was free to be . . . what he wanted to be.
“It never ceases to amaze me how someone can possess the world or nothing at all, and still have their happiness hinge on the small moments between them and the ones they love.”
His grin widened and he ducked his head, embarrassed. “No. It was when you agreed to go out on a date with me. A real one, not all those times when I asked you to be my security to a function I didn’t want to go to except that you’d be with me.”
“I love you, too. Desperately,”
Pissing off a witch-born demon was one thing. Trying to swindle money from an elf was a veritable death sentence.
“Ivy!” I cried, recognizing her as she slammed into Pike’s brother, knocking him into the pylon before swinging him to thump into a car. The car alarm went off, and she bitch-smacked his head into it again to make the alarm warble and turn off. Three hits in two seconds—and he was done.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I said when Trent pulled Brad’s head up by his hair and Ivy took a step closer. “Come on, guys. We’re probably still on a camera.” “I know a basement with a dirt floor,” Pike said, and Trent glanced at me hopefully. “Good Lord, no,” I said firmly as I swung my bag around. “I have an idea. One that might serve us twice.” “Still the fun-sponge,” Ivy said with a sigh, and Trent eased his grip on Brad’s hair. Yep, all my friends were savages. Sometimes I wondered what that made me.
“You green-slimed, degenerate freak of a fatheaded, feathered fairy whore!” Getty swore, and Jenks’s wing hum went silent in what I thought was admiration. “What the Tink-blasted hell is wrong with you! I’m a person, not a gummy bear you can stuff in your pocket!”
“If they’re your books, you should have them. I never agreed with museums and libraries holding the artifacts they stole for the betterment of their bottom dollar in the name of cultural understanding. Stealing is stealing, especially if you’re taking from those who don’t fit your narrow idea of civilized.”
“He lied to me,” I whispered, embarrassed not that I had believed Hodin, but that I hadn’t trusted Al. There was a difference.
Dead, I thought as my own sense of failure rose high in me. You are all dead witches walking if you stay this course.
“I don’t think anyone has ever asked her to stay, and you’re falling over yourself to make sure she’s safe. It’s probably hard to take, much less trust that it’s real.”
“Please tell me I didn’t just invite the leading member of the coven of moral and ethical standards to a demon pajama party,”
“Vivian, just because you have the right to go fishing on a frozen lake at midnight doesn’t mean you should or that you’re especially courageous by relying on your magic to keep you safe. It means you’re an entitled snot holding the delusion that you can overcome nature, someone who selfishly gives no thought to the lives of the people who will be called to rescue you when you fall in.”
Because I’d given them a sun of their own and they’d already forgotten the night with no dawn.
“You found her?” I said, and he dipped and steadied, sparkles falling from him. “She found me.” I nodded, hearing a potential lifetime in those three words.
Damn, how lucky can a girl be? I thought as I lowered the cage to him. I had a boyfriend who not only knew how to jump a wall, but enjoyed doing it.
“Yep. Cherry with chocolate frosting. Lee knocked my share into the dirt. You broke his nose, and he threw you into a tree. That’s where you scraped your arm.”
