Bis turned to me with wide eyes, and even Pierce opened his mouth to protest, grunting when Al jerked him. "Not on your soul," the demon crooned, pulling Pierce close until the man's lips pressed together defiantly and his eyes gleamed in hate. "Well, maybe…," Al mused, then shook his head. "No, not even on your soul," he affirmed. "I won't sell him to you. Despite that witch-class ceiling he has, he's more dangerous than you right now. He's at his peak. Besides, how many nasty little men do you need for your familiars?" he said lightly, looking at Bis. "He's a bad man who likes to try to kill demons."
"I'm not a demon," I said, my voice trembling, and Al's eyes narrowed.
"I am," he intoned. "Consider your night off as a thank-you for luring him to me, itchy witch. Your lessons are canceled until further notice. I'm going to be busy for a while."
"Al!" I shouted as they started to go misty. "Don't you walk away from me!"
Smiling at me from over his glasses, Al shook his head. "You're not in control, Rachel. I am. Of everything."
Furious, I shouted, "You're abusing your right to check on me, and you know it! Give him back and stop abducting people I'm with, or so help me I'm going to…to…"
Al hesitated, and I started to shake. "Do what?" he asked, and Pierce closed his eyes in misery. "You can't draw on a line until your aura heals, and I'm not fixing it for you." Glancing at Bis, he edged forward until the gargoyle hissed. "You're helpless, Rachel Mariana Morgan."
I dropped back, stymied. Damn it, using all three of my names was a warning, probably the only one I'd ever get. If I summoned him I might get my way, but I'd lose what little respect he'd given me and be back to being treated like a demon summoner. And I liked the respect he'd been granting me, little as it was. I enjoyed not having to fear every time the air pressure shifted. Though the parties in the ever-after were a pain in the ass, Al's kitchen was peaceful. I didn't want that to end. But his abducting of people was going to stop.
"This is not over," I vowed, trembling from frustration. "We are going to settle this, and you're going to let him go!"
"How, itchy witch?" he scoffed.
My expression twisted as I searched for an answer that wasn't there.
Seeing me without words, Al jerked Pierce up, almost off his feet. "Don't call me. I'll call you," he said, and he and Pierce vanished.
Heart pounding, I stared where he had been. "Damn it back to the Turn!" I shouted. Frustrated, I spun to the church, but there was nothing to help me there. The lights were bright, spilling out over the silent snow. Snatching up my bag and scrying mirror, I stomped to the back door, grabbing the cookies at the last moment. Al was going to be busy with Pierce for a while, but until I settled this, everyone with me was a potential target.
This was so not what I needed.
"I gnore me, huh?" I muttered, trying for anger, not fear, as I dropped my scrying mirror and cookies on the counter, then kicked my overnight bag under the table, out of the way. The canvas sack scraped across a thin layer of salt, leaving a smear of muddy snow, and I turned to the cupboards. Salt. I didn't know how to jump a line, but I was going to use my scrying mirror to connect to Al, and I wanted to be in a circle in case he jumped to me first. Either way, we were going to get together.
From atop the fridge, Bis shifted his wings nervously. I hadn't even seen him come in with me. The sensitive kid knew I was scared, but if Al wouldn't come to me, I'd go to him. He had thrown down the gauntlet, taunting me with my inexperience, telling me I was helpless. I'd been relying on him for three months, grown complacent. I had a good idea now of how to travel the lines. I couldn't let him get away with this or he'd be walking all over me for the rest of my life. He'd crossed the line, and it was up to me to make him back up.
A whisper of presence touched my awareness, and I jerked, turning to see Ivy in the hall, hand on the archway and wonder in her eyes. "I thought you were leaving. You're still here?"
"He took Pierce," I said bitterly, and her lips parted. "Snatched him right out of the line. Damn it, I didn't know that was possible."
Her eyes flicked to the crushed cookies and back. "Pierce was in the ley line?" she asked, going to the fridge and coming out with the orange juice. "You saw him? As a ghost?"
I nodded, scanning the kitchen for my chalk. "He was solid. Al took him. I am so pissed."
The clatter of dragonfly wings grew obvious, and Jenks darted in, following three of his kids in a merry chase. He saw me, and jerked to a stop as the youngsters hid behind Bis on top of the fridge, giggling. "Rache!" he cried, clearly surprised. "What are you doing back?"
"I never left," I said sourly. "Where's my magnetic chalk?" I pulled open a drawer and shuffled around. A salt circle was out. I had melted snow all over the floor. Salt, good. Saltwater, bad. "I have to go talk to Al," I finished.
