"I sense the mirror." Petra sniffed. "And your missing pieces."

The way she said that made me want to count my fingers and toes. Maybe arms and legs, too. "Great."

My intention was to burn my "pieces" as soon as possible. I'd have to figure out what to do with the mirror or whatever the spirit was in now. I doubted Lady Celadine would be pleased to learn it wasn't hers. Not that I considered it mine, or wanted to be in charge of a trapped spirit. I had enough trouble keeping myself in one piece.

Hey, maybe I could use the spirit as a bribe, to shut down Thorandryll's pursuit of me. The idea was more amusing than riding a gargoyle down demon realm tunnels.

Even better if the spirit found Prince Snooty pants attractive.

Who was I kidding? The mirror spirit was a problem. "You said the mirror tasted of my bloodline."

"Yes."

"I was told a G.o.d trapped the spirit in the mirror. So does that mean an ancestor made the mirror, or that the spirit is an ancestor of mine?"

"No."

I waited, but Petra didn't explain. "If both of those possibilities are a no, then how can it taste of my bloodline?"

Tase giggled. "You're silly."

"Guess so, because I don't understand what the deal is."

"Don't you know anything about your family lineage?" He patted me right in front of my ear. "You're a natural mage."

"So I've been told."

"Natural mages are descended from the G.o.ds."

Which meant... "The G.o.d that stuffed the spirit in the mirror is my ancestor."

"Of course." Petra paused to study the intersection of tunnels we'd reached. "One of them. You're descended from more than one."

Kethyrdryll had told me that, based on the fact I had several abilities. "Do you know which G.o.d did it?"

"Cernunnos."

I looked back, meeting Logan's eyes. He and Dane both looked surprised. "Seriously? I'm related to that scary dude?"

"Many thousands of years ago," Petra said. "Though the rapid breeding of humanoids does suggest you're related to Cernunnos many times over."

"How?"

"The great families had many children. Some of those children interbred with one another, through alliances. Others bred with untalented humans, or other humanoid species." Petra went straight. "It's unlikely at this point in time that you'd be able to find anyone unrelated to you, or anyone else, should you delve deeply enough into their bloodlines."

"Oh." That actually made sense, considering the sheer number of people alive in the world now, compared to thousands of years in the past. "Any chance you know which other G.o.ds I'm related to, way back when?"

Another intersection pa.s.sed before Petra answered. She went right that time. "You can discover that yourself, by comparing your talents with those of the G.o.ds. Each great family began with the children who inherited similar gifts from their G.o.dly parents."

I had a feeling learning to make spreadsheets was in my near future. "Okay, so since I have electrokinesis, that means I'm related to, say, Zeus?"

"Yes, and other G.o.ds who favored wielding lightning." Petra was turning her head from side to side and carefully sniffing the air.

"But a really long time ago."

"Of course." She immediately dropped a bomb on me. "Which is interesting, considering the lack of dilution in your bloodline."

"I'm sorry, what?" I looked back again, only to receive shrugs from the guys.

"I believe you may be the product of an intensive breeding program."

Mind reeling, I waited a few minutes before asking the most obvious question. "Why do you think that?"

"After two thousand years of split realms, the mere existence of a multi-talented natural mage of your power cannot be simple happenstance."

"Awesome." My stomach lurched, and I could feel the start of a headache forming. "It couldn't have been too intensive after the Sundering, though."

Petra laughed, or that's what I thought the low, grinding noise she uttered was. "The G.o.ds act in mysterious ways."

That gave me more food for thought than I felt capable of digesting.

TWENTY-THREE.

The only conversation after that was Petra's muttering about how close we were getting with every new turn.

Even I could tell we'd traveled steadily downward, thanks to the pressure building in my ears. Yet we hadn't come across a single demon. "Anyone else feel like we may be walking into a trap?"

"That thought did cross my mind." Dane smiled when I glanced back. "But we're in great company, if we are."

"Good to know, as long as everyone knows I can't do anything down here. Oh, except scream and bleed."

Logan chuckled. "You have a gargoyle guardian. You'll be fine."

I reached up to pat Tase's side. "Right."

My tiny guardian purred in response, which kept me from saying anything that might offend him. He was a baby, not a full-grown gargoyle.

But his mother was. As long as Tase was attached to me, I probably didn't have to worry about Petra keeping me in one piece, especially since she'd basically promised to.

"All items are together," Petra said. "And we are but a moment away from them."

She moved to the side, allowing the other two gargoyles to pa.s.s us in single file. Logan and Dane wore identical, grim smiles, and each saluted us with their borrowed weapons.

Smart, having the people who could do damage go first. I felt pretty useless. What was the good of being allegedly descended from G.o.ds, if I couldn't do a d.a.m.n thing down here?

Petra followed Rake and Rend-who I hoped would live up to their names-and Tase readjusted his position to snuggle against my neck.

I didn't complain about the grip he took on my hair. Whatever made him feel secure.

A turn came into view, and when we made it, there was much brighter light at the end of the tunnel. I gulped and whispered, "Here goes nothing."

Tase giggled, but I felt him shiver. Was he scared, or was he picking up on my fears?

I wasn't used to being helpless, and wished I'd thought to bring my gun. Preferably loaded with demon-banishing potion.

Wait, that was a pretty cool idea. I needed to run it by the witches, see if it was a worthwhile idea.

Wow, what if we made wooden bullets? Would they ash vampires?

And why was I being inundated with such cool ideas now?

Rake and Rend entered the lit area, and a second later, so did we.

"How pleasant of you to join us." The blonde woman from my vision smiled. She stood behind a heavy, wooden table. A stone bowl sat before her, and she held an antique-looking, tarnished silver hand mirror. "I've been tracking your progress."

She wasn't alone, and the dozen or so demons waiting with her weren't wearing human facades. One of them looked like the demon who'd killed Thorandryll's thieving ex-girlfriend by raping her to death.

I barely kept from peeing myself, and on Petra, at the sight of him standing there, larger than all the other demons.

"Party crashers, we're not," Dane said. "That takes out some of the fun."

Petra moved between the two gryphon gargoyles. "We are here to retrieve items belonging to my ward."

"No, you're here to facilitate our plans. I will give our terms only once: Leave this place without the woman. We need her."

Petra c.o.c.ked her head. "For what purpose?"

"Gargoyles are curious creatures. Her death will open a permanent gateway to the world above. We'll control that gateway, and by proxy, our entire realm." The blonde lifted and turned the mirror, revealing the spirits' pale green face. "The living grimoire has been quite helpful."

"Freaking jerk. No wonder Cernunnos stuffed you in a mirror." Scowling, I pointed at him. It. What the h.e.l.l ever. "You just made my list, buddy. The Smash It one."

"Sorry, babe. Smashing me isn't a good idea, since no one knows what'll happen."

"Then I'll think of something else."

Tase murmured into my ear. "Your hair and blood are in that bowl."

"You guys missed your chance to sacrifice me. The time for it to work has pa.s.sed."

"True, for the reworked spell. This one's different."

Fantastic. How many freaking spells were there that needed me dead as the final ingredient?

"My ward is not yours to use," Petra said. "I have no preference for a peaceful resolution to this situation."

"Neither do I. We only need her alive. Kill the rest." The blonde placed the mirror on the table, next to the bowl.

Sincerely wishing I could teleport right then, I swallowed a scream as the demons rushed toward us.

Petra didn't move. Rake and Rend did, the second Logan and Dane slid off their backs. The gryphon gargoyles tore into the advancing demons with hawk-like screams.

"Dismount," Petra ordered, and I reluctantly obeyed. "Stay here."

She bounded forward, past Logan and Dane, who'd ganged up on a mottled red and black demon.

One of the gryphons shot into the air, its beak tearing into the throat of the demon clutched in its claws. Blood splattered everywhere as Rake, or Rend, dismembered the demon before diving for another victim.

The demon's arm plopped down in front of me, fingers twitching. I stared at it. "Tase?"

"Yes?"

"Have you learned anything about demon blood?"

He moved slightly. "A little. It's a necessary ingredient for some potions and spells."

"I was told that if I drank some, I'd be able to use my abilities down here. Do you know anything about that?"

"No. Who told you that?"

"A G.o.d."

"Oh."

"So you wouldn't know if there'd be any side effects."

Tase winced as his mother roared. I checked for her, and found her squaring off with a putrid green demon.

"No. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I debated for a minute, then crouched down and dragged two fingers through the pool of blood forming at the arm's severed end.

I made the mistake of sniffing my b.l.o.o.d.y fingers first. "Oh, gag. That's awful."

"It is demon blood."

"Yeah." Steeling myself, I opened my mouth and stuck my fingers in. The blood tasted like rotting meat. I fought to swallow it, and then to keep from throwing up. "This had better work, because I'm not doing that again."

"Mama said to stay here."

"We don't," I gagged, regained control, and finished with, "have to move. I can do what I need to from here."