The pixy's gaze dropped to the scrying mirror. "Go? Go where?"
I slammed the drawer shut, and Bis jumped. "The ever-after."
Eyes wide, Ivy turned from pouring her juice. Jenks's wings clattered, and he flew close enough to send the scent of ozone over me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he exclaimed. "What, by Tink's little red shoes, are you talking about? You don't know how to jump the lines."
Peeved, I took off my coat and threw it onto my chair. "Al took Pierce. I was talking to him, and he took him. Al won't listen to me, so I'm going to go talk to him. End of story."
"End of story is right! Have you been sniffing fairy farts?" Jenks yelled as Matalina flew in, gathering the wide-eyed kids and Bis and ushering them out in a swirl of silk and leathery wings. "You're going to risk your life for this guy? Let him go, Rache! You can't rescue everyone! Ivy, tell her she's going to get herself killed!"
I slammed another drawer shut and pulled open the next. "I'm not doing this to rescue Pierce," I said as I shifted through my silverware and blessed candles. "I'm doing this because Al is a jerk. He used the excuse of picking me up to snatch someone. If I don't make him toe the line, then he will walk all over me. And where in hell is my magnetic chalk!"
Shocked, Jenks flew backward a few feet. Ivy pushed herself into motion, and, after pulling open the junk drawer, she placed a stick of magnetic chalk in my hand and retreated. Her fingers gripping her orange juice were white from pressure.
My anger abruptly fizzled as I watched her return to her corner of the kitchen. Her pace was slow and sultry, and her eyes were almost all black. I knew my being upset was hard on her instincts, and I exhaled, trying to calm myself. I wanted her here. I could talk to Al alone in the garden safely, but this had the potential to be dangerous—and I'd do it with them around.
"Why don't you just call Dali and complain?" Jenks asked.
A flash of worry flared and was gone. "I could," I said as I bent double to trace a thick layer of shiny chalk just inside the etched line on the kitchen floor. "But then I'd be whining to someone else to fix my problem. Al still wouldn't take me seriously and I'd owe Dali a favor. If I don't force Al to treat me with respect, then I'll never get it. He's been carting my ass back and forth for weeks. I can figure this out." My hands were shaking as I set the chalk on the counter beside the scrying mirror. How am I going to do this?
Jenks's wings blurred to nothing, but he didn't move from the counter. Worried, I leaned against the sink and took my boots off. No one said a word as I kicked one, then the other boot under the table to slide to a stop beside my packed bag. The gritty salt was obvious through my socks, and I shivered at the feel of the linoleum. If I could figure this out, I would be free. And when I showed up in Al's kitchen, he'd have to deal with me. I should be thanking him for making me do this.
If I could do this. Taking a breath, I stepped inside the circle.
Jenks rose up, red sparkles shifting from him. "Ivy, tell her this is a bad idea."
Untouched orange juice beside her, Ivy shook her head. "If she could do this, she'd be safer. She wouldn't have to rely on us as much, Jenks. I say let her try."
The pixy made a burst of noise, and his kids, clustered at the door, vanished.
A quiver went through me, and I nervously pulled my scrying mirror close and set my hand in the cave of the pentagram. Instantly my fingers went cold, the icy chill rising from the red-tinted glass to nearly cramp them. "I can do this," I said, making myself believe. "You said the lines are displaced time. I've seen Al do it a hundred times. QED." Think happy thoughts. Al's kitchen. The smell of ozone. The peace. Mr. Fish.
Jenks shifted to sift a red dust onto my calling circle. If he stayed where he was, he'd be in the circle with me. "Jenks, go sit with Ivy."
He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "No. Your aura isn't thick enough. You might kill yourself. Wait until your aura is better."
I blew his dust from the glass and pressed my hand more firmly to it. "I don't have the time. I have to settle this now or he will be walking all over me for the rest of my life. Get back." My knees were shaking, and I was glad the counter was between Ivy and myself.
"No. I'm not letting you do this. Ivy, tell her this is a bad idea!"
"Get out of the circle, Jenks," I said tightly. "What if Al decides he wants a pixy, huh? Or someone he knows develops a taste for vampires? What's to stop him from popping over during dinner and just taking you or one of your kids! I thought he had some scruples about this, but I was wrong. And by God I'm going to make him treat me with some respect. The only reason Al hasn't done this before is because he hasn't seen anyone with me worth his while. But now he's broke! He's going to start snatching. Get out of my circle!"
