"Rachel?"

I scooped up my shoulder bag and dropped the bottle inside. Today I felt like a demon, and I wiped my hands off on my pants, shaking as I looked at them and the red dust like blood. "We need to get out of here," I said, seeing the eyes beginning to close in around us again.

Slowly Trent got to his feet. He looked at his spell for a moment, then away-but not at me.

I could not fail Ivy. If I failed to convince Cormel that this would be their ruin, then I'd finish the charm and fix it to Felix. And if Cormel still didn't believe after Felix walked into the sun to end his torment, I'd find Cormel's soul and fix it to his putrid, decaying body.

But I'd never ask Trent to do this again.

Chapter 8.

Jenks tugged at my hair as he struggled to be free of it. We were back in Eden Park, but little had changed. Living vampires were in front of us, staring in the shadowy light from the nearby streetlamps. They were bruised, several sporting bloodied noses and lips, and the ground was torn up. A quick look behind us confirmed my suspicion that we were surrounded by whatever camarilla had won the fight we'd left earlier.

"Sweet ever-loving humping Tink. Can't you jump us somewhere where we don't have to fight for our lives?" Jenks took to the air with the sound of dry leaves.

I reached to set a circle, but Trent's hand on my arm stopped me. "Best not show any fear," he whispered. "I'll keep a tight hold on the line to set a circle if we need one. It might be better if you laid off the magic for a little while."

Laid off the magic? "Are you serious?" I said, not liking the sullen faces looking at me. But they weren't advancing, and I eased my hold on the line until it was the lightest of touches. He was right about one thing: showing fear always brought out the worst in vampires, living or dead.

I thought of the little bottle in my bag and held it closer. They weren't getting it. Then I grimaced, wondering why I was trying so hard to do a black elven charm that might get me killed. The last one Landon had given me nearly had. Cormel will believe me, and then I won't have to risk it, I thought, but when Felix's cry of agony and despair raged out to echo against the town houses, I had a bad feeling that Cormel was going to be just as blind.

"What, by Tink's little pink rosebuds, was that?" Jenks said, and Bis made the short hop from the statue to me, wrapping his tail under my armpit and shivering.

Trent scuffed his feet into the pavement. "I think it was Felix looking for his soul," he said. Tired, I dropped my shoulder bag, ready for a fight. Nina was still slumped on the ground and I hoped she didn't wake up.

Never dropping my eyes, the vampire in front leaned to a scared woman who looked as if she'd come from the office, heels scuffed and dress jacket torn. "Tell him she's back," he said, and the woman retreated, her shadowy form swallowed by the crowd. They were just staring at us, giving me the creeps.

"Cormel wants to talk to you," the vampire said, his voice carrying well. He was dressed casually, but his glasses were top of the line, costing more than my last trip to the spell shop.

"Good, because I want to talk to him," I said. My stomach hurt, but a knot had eased. Cormel's people had won. The man might be reasonable. He'd ruled the free world during the Turn, after all.

I'd have known there was a fight even if we hadn't jumped out at the start of it. It was also obvious that a good portion of them weren't Cormel's usual strong-arm force. There were shopkeepers, students, and salespeople among the bouncers, street dealers, and security. Cormel had called in whoever would respond, making sure that when I popped back into reality he would control my next move. Which begged the question as to how big the faction was that didn't want the undead to have their souls. Ally? I wondered, dismissing it. Cormel would listen, but as Felix's laments rose anew, doubt stained my conviction.

The vampires around me were an unsettling mix of hope and fear, hope that I had a way to keep them from losing their souls, fear that it might cause them even more pain. Should I give them what they wanted, knowing it might bring an end to their undead existence and plunge the world into chaos until a new balance could be found? One that might have an elven master?

I glanced at Trent as he checked his phone. A power struggle might elevate him back to his original clout, even if he was against the entire thing. Guilt for his drop in status bothered me keenly, but he wouldn't thank me if I handed it back to him by destroying the current balance. There was no easy answer, and as we waited for Cormel, I began to fidget. I wasn't the only one anxious, and Jenks bobbed up and down, fidgety.

"Relax," I said, seeing someone drive a scruffy white dog away. It looked like Buddy, which sort of answered my question of what had happened to the original dog. "It's just a conversation. No one has ever died from a conversation."

Jenks's wings looked silver in the light from Trent's phone as he landed on the man's shoulder. His dust blanked out the screen, and Trent blew it away. "Uh-huh," Jenks said sourly as he took to the air again.

Trent stiffened, his concern obvious. "Ivy's been taken."

"What?" I spun, leaning to read his screen. "We were gone only half an hour!" My thoughts went back to the rival vampires, and my heart almost stopped. They had her.

Trent's expression was grave. "It was Cormel. The girls are fine. Ellasbeth is having hysterics." Punching a few buttons, he closed his phone. "I told them to stay put."

My relief was short-lived, and I looked over the surrounding vampires circling us like zombies. Where is the I.S. when you need them?

"Think we're going to have to fight our way out?" Jenks said, looking ready for it, but I was weary of it all. Three vampires, sure. Four, maybe. Two dozen-not happening.

Trent, too, seemed more eager to solve this by action than words, but his fake, political smile faded at the rising sound of approaching voices. Rynn Cormel was making his casual, unhurried way to the front of the crowd. Jenks's wings clattered, and with a nod, I sent him up and away for reconnaissance. Bis went with him, and I breathed easier. The farther away they were from me, the safer they were, and my stomach hurt at the ugly truth of it.

Cognizant of my anger and worry-enjoying it, perhaps-Cormel stopped before us, a confident smile on his thin lips. The somewhat small man took his hands from the pockets of his knee-length wool coat, removing his hat and handing it to an aide. His eyes never left us as he fixed his hair, and my skin crawled when Felix's soulful cry rose to an angry demand before it fell into a sob. Several vampires cringed, and I held my shoulder bag tighter. The bottle with Felix's soul clinked. Maybe I was overthinking this. If I didn't give them what they wanted, they'd kill Ivy. What did I care what happened next?

"You shouldn't have taken Ivy," I said, and Felix cried out again, the sound chilling.

"You shouldn't defy me, Morgan." His voice was even, his Bronx accent obvious. He was angry, but his voice lacked any vampire persuasion.

"It's a personal choice," I said flippantly, rethinking my approach when Trent winced. "Cormel, I'm sorry, but giving the undead their souls isn't a good idea."

"You might think differently in the morning," he threatened, and my face went cold. Trent grabbed my arm, and I pushed him off me. Fear mixed with anger, and I watched every vampire's eyes dilate. Cormel smiled at the titters of laughter. They thought they had me by the short hairs. And they sort of did.

"You just keep thinking this is funny!" I shouted. Damn it, what had happened to my midnight deadline? "If you hurt Ivy, you get nothing. Nothing!"

Cormel smiled. "Oh, I assure you that whatever I do, she'll enjoy it. And so will you. You shouldn't have toyed with me, Morgan. Kalamack can't help you anymore."

"I beg to differ," Trent said, and a new fear slid through me. Not him. I couldn't bear it if my mistakes got him hurt.

"Look," I said, and Cormel's eyes narrowed as he realized I was about to make a list of demands. "I just saw Felix with his soul, and it nearly killed him right there. I know I promised I'd find a way for you to keep them, but it totally freaked him out! Listen to him!"

Felix's wail rose up almost as if on cue, and I shivered at the lost sound of it. I wasn't the only one. Almost all the laypeople in the crowd were scared. It was only the heavies who maintained their "pound them" attitudes, and some of them were showing doubt.

"Perhaps if you'd been successful, he wouldn't be so distressed," Cormel said dryly.

"That is success you're listening to!" I said. "I've got his soul. Are you blind?"

Shock cascaded over Cormel. "You . . . have it?" The upright, polished master turned toward Felix's raw screams. It sounded as if someone was torturing him. "I thought . . ." His expression hardened. "You dangled his soul before him? Like a toy?"

"Easy," Trent whispered as I pulled my bag forward.

If that ugly thing touched me, I'd let Felix's soul out right here and now, regardless of how hard it had been to catch. "We have it," I said, and my fingers dipped into my bag to find the gritty, cool feel of the bumpy glass. I held it aloft, then jerked it back when Cormel began to shake. "It took all five of us, but we've got it."

"And you call us unfeeling animals," he rasped, eyes black. "No wonder he grieves!"

Swallowing hard, I held it tight to my middle. Cormel watched as if it was his own soul I held. "I can fix it to him," I said, but I wasn't sure he was listening anymore as he stared at the bottle. "But it will send him into the sun." Please believe me. I don't want to have to do this.

Felix's screams had become more insistent, and clearly upset, Cormel leaned to speak to one of his perfectly dressed aides, not a drop of blood on his coat or a scuff on his polished shoes. "Of course he is in pain!" he said when the man scuttled away. "Give him his soul, Rachel, or Ivy will suffer."

I had known it would be no other way, and as Trent stood behind me smelling of broken leaves and snapped twigs, I pulled myself straight. "Fine," I snapped, knowing my doubt over Ivy's condition was a more powerful goad than seeing her here before me tied up. "I'll do it!" I added, "But I want to see her first."

I jumped when Trent leaned close, whispering, "Close the deal. Make a sure end to it."

I almost cried at his words. He knew I had no choice, even if it meant the end of the undead, and he didn't think any less of me. I had to trust Landon. Shoulders tense, I faced Cormel again. "I'll do it, but I want your word that this pays my and Ivy's debt in full. Everything. And when Felix walks into the sun, there'll be no retaliation and no more demands for your souls."

Felix's cries cut off with a strangled suddenness. Cormel's lips twitched, and I remembered the aide rushing off. Anger radiated from him as he pushed forward until I put up a hand and he stopped that same eight feet back. Pixy dust glittered in his hair, and I knew Jenks was hovering above us in the dark. I could see the lines of worry around Cormel's eyes, feel the tension in him, the overwhelming need he was trying to hide. Cormel wanted his soul. Nothing would stand in his way-not now that he might be so close. "There will be no tally of debt made until I have my soul," he said, and I shook my head.

Nina's shoe scraped the cement behind me, and Trent touched my elbow before dropping back to make sure that she woke as herself and not Felix.

Hands on my hips, I moved forward until Cormel could've reached out to throttle me. I was safe enough, seeing that he knew I was far more malleable when he hurt others than when he hurt me. And besides, Jenks was up there somewhere. "Your soul was never mentioned in the original agreement. I said I'd find a way for you to keep your soul. I've done that."

"And you refuse to implement it!" Cormel shouted.

"Because it's going to send you into the sun!" I said, hearing Trent shushing Nina and trying to get her to stand up. "Are you blind? I'm trying to help you!"

Cormel was silent. His eyes flicked to Trent and Nina, then deeper, to his people ringing us. Finally his eyes touched upon the Hollows, and then rose to the sky. I wondered if he was saying a curse to a God who had allowed this to happen-or just looking for Jenks.

"Cormel," I said, soft, so my voice wouldn't shake as my knees were. "I'll fix Felix's soul to him, but only because you're forcing me, and even then only if you agree that when it's over, we're done. That neither I nor Ivy owe you anything. No retaliation. Nothing."

Cold and unyielding, he stood before me as those who trusted him listened. "Not until we all have the security of our souls will I call it done."

Frustrated, I backed up a step, wanting to look at Trent but not daring to take my eyes off Cormel. "Did you not hear Felix?" I said, looking from him to the scared vampires behind him. "Your own people have doubts, enough that an entire camarilla stood up to you to stop me from even trying. The elves think you can't survive with your souls either. That's why they taught me the charm to fix a soul to an unwilling body in the first place. They want you to kill yourselves so they can step into the vacuum of power you will leave behind."

Cormel's eyes flicked behind me, and I heard Trent sigh.

"It wasn't Trent who told me the charm, it was Landon," I griped. "Cormel, I know this isn't what you want to hear, but listen to me," I pleaded, but Cormel turned to look behind him at his people. "We can't always have what we want. Trust me, I've tried."

He sniffed, unable to believe I might know what I was talking about. "You gained this knowledge of fixing souls from the dewar?"

I hesitated, wondering if it had been a mistake bringing up the elves, but if Cormel had followed me here, then he knew who'd been going in and out of my church. I nodded, heart pounding. He was making a decision. I could tell. And I probably wasn't going to like it.

"Prove to me that a soul of the undead can again be fixed. Do that, and I will call the debt you and Ivy have accumulated null."

I shivered at his expression, both riven with a coming pain and hopeful that I might be lying. "It will send Felix into the sun," I breathed, and those in the front whispered my words in a rising wave to those in the back, gaining strength and fear as it went.

Cormel dropped his head. His eyes were a normal brown when they met mine again. "He's halfway there already," he said in regret. "We will do this at my house."

Trent scuffed forward with Nina, but I didn't move. I was not going to go under the ground with him. I might never come back up. "No," I said, and Cormel jerked to a halt.

"Are you suggesting we fix his soul here?" he said bitterly, indicating the cold darkness. "I won't do this here, nor at your church, nor at any elf holding," he finished, grimacing at Trent.

We needed a neutral place, and unfortunately one was staring at me just across the open grass. "Luke and Marsha's," I suggested, and I swear I heard Jenks dart off to check it out.

Cormel grimaced, but it was nearby, and I might even be able to sit down. "Neither one of them is my child."

"But you have enough pull with their masters or you wouldn't have used them in the first place to try to kill Ivy."

The master vampire thought about that for a moment, his lips twitching when Nina regained her balance and glared at him, her fear for Ivy overpowering her fear of him. "Clear the building," he said gruffly, gesturing. "Make sure the apartment in question is secure."

The vampires began to break up, some jogging to the apartments, but most simply vanishing into the night. Cormel waited, as still as, well, the undead, the wind moving the hem of his coat the only motion about him. Frowning and tucking the bottle back in my shoulder bag, I turned to Trent. Nina jerked away, snarling when I tried to take her other arm, and I backed off.

"You sure you don't have any other ideas?" I asked Trent as we started across the grass, Nina's aggressive stalking held in check by the vampires around and behind us.

"Not any you're going to like," he said. "You never know. It might work just fine."

Or it might kill Felix outright, I thought, but I didn't say it as we made our way to the road. But I'd do anything for Ivy. What happened after that was not going to be my problem.

Chapter 9.

Felix sat on the couch not four feet from me, not breathing, not moving, creeping me out as he stared with red-rimmed, hungry eyes while I wiped the glass coffee table with a salt-soaked rag. The three heavies by the door weren't helping, even if the undead vampire was bound and gagged. I wished Cormel would get up here so we could get on with it.

I jumped at the thump from the bedroom, but Jenks gave me a thumbs-up before darting to the open kitchen. Trent, too, had started, and he turned from the vampire graffiti sprayed on the inside of the closed blinds. His eyes roved over the space, evaluating the lifestyle of the average living vampire, calculating the difficulty of getting out of here in a pinch, generally doing his warlord/businessman elf thing.

Apart from the ominous jagged and swirled vampire graffiti, the apartment looked the same as when I'd last seen it. I wondered if Marsha and Luke were still alive and running. It was possible, seeing that the real intent behind it all had been to get Ivy involved.

"Hey, Trent. Be a pal, would you?" Jenks called, and Trent went into the kitchen to take the top off a jar of peanut butter. It had been an exhausting night for everyone, but I thought it interesting that he'd asked Trent. He'd never asked me to help with anything remotely connected to his admittedly high caloric needs.

Must be a bro thing, I thought as I tossed the rag into the sink in the kitchen. Jenks rose up and down on a column of silver, peeved that I'd startled him. We were all on edge as we waited for Cormel's thugs to give him the all clear so he could come up, making me wonder if there was a charm or a spell I hadn't found the first time I was here.

My fingers were cold, and I knelt with the low table between me and Felix. I could feel him watching as I brought the bottle out of my shoulder bag and set it on the table. Felix's eyes turned a savage black, but he didn't move. My heart thudded, making things worse. This was so dumb. Where in the hell was Cormel?

My head snapped up when the man searching the bedroom ghosted out with a vampiric quickness, his nose wrinkling at the smell of burnt amber. Vampires didn't generally like burnt amber-thank God. My thoughts swung to Ivy, who'd never said much either way, something I appreciated. Nina was downstairs waiting for her-which didn't sit well with me.

I knew Ivy could take care of herself, but not when she was suffering from internal injuries and was weak. But Nina loved Ivy. That made her dangerous as she'd do anything to be with Ivy, up to and including killing her. Vampire logic didn't make sense to me.

The hiss of a match drew my attention as Trent lit a huge pale green candle. "Better?" he said as he waved the match out. He looked odd in someone else's kitchen. I should stop being selfish and tell him to go save the world with Ellasbeth. He has a daughter with her, for God's sake. Why am I letting him endanger himself like this?

But I needed his help, and I forced myself to smile even as Felix began a weird growling hiss. "Better, thanks," I said as the clean scent of sea foam overpowered both the scent of sulfur from the match and the reek of burnt amber rising from all three of us. Leave it to a female vampire to have a candle that could outstink the ever-after.

"You're doing the right thing," Trent said as he sat in the closest chair. His eyes were on Felix, but all I could think was, This is a mistake.

"I don't like being forced," I said softly, and he gave my shoulder a squeeze before picking up the bottle and giving it careful scrutiny. In front of us, Felix groaned.

"No one does," he said as the vampire began to pant through the gag, black eyes bulging in anger. "Don't blame yourself for what follows."

Maybe. Uneasy, I took the bottle from Trent and set it back on the table to get Felix to settle down. I prided myself on being able to find a way out of just about anything, but not this time. Cormel was going to get his way-to the letter of the law and no further. My eyes flicked to Felix, and my jaw clenched. Ivy, I will not let this happen to you.

My bag of scribing salt hit the glass table with a gentle hush and I dug deeper. Jenks's wings clattered, an instant of warning before voices rose in the hall. It was Cormel, and Trent stood when the unassuming-looking man came in without even a knock, flanked by three more of his heavies and an aide. I stifled a shiver as we made eye contact, but he was already frowning over Trent's presence. How many guys did Cormel need, anyway?

Conversation low to the point of inaudibility, Cormel toured the apartment, making me uneasy as he circled to finally settle at the most comfortable chair between the gas fireplace and the shuttered window. He wasn't exactly behind me, but I didn't like it, and the Mobius strip clinked loudly when I set it down. Felix was staring at me again, and Cormel steepled his fingers, smiling at me, making me shudder. Do I stay where I am with Cormel just outside my easy sight, or turn and put Felix out of my sight?

"He's good," Trent said as he shifted to a second chair so he could see both vampires.