For A Few Demons More. Kim Harrison

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СКАЧАТЬ doing well. Well enough that his children could take time from their life for the rituals that marked it. “It’s nice that Jih has you to help her,” I said.

      “I suppose,” he muttered, but I could tell he was eager for the chance to guide his daughter in making a good decision in whom to spend her life with. Maybe that’s why I keep making such stellar decisions in my own love life, I thought, smirking at the idea of Jenks coming out on a first date with me and grilling the poor guy. Then I blinked. He had warned Kisten to behave himself when I went out with him that first time. Damn, had Kisten gotten Jenks’s stamp of approval?

      The gust from Jenks’s wings cooled the sweat on my neck. “Hey, I gotta go. She’s waiting. I’ll see you tonight.”

      “Sure,” I said, and he rose up. “Tell her I said congrats!”

      He gave me a salute and darted off. I watched him for a moment, then continued to the back door, imaging the grief he was going to put the three young pixy bucks through. The heavenly scent of baking muffins was slipping out the kitchen window, and, breathing deeply, I climbed up the few stairs. I checked the bottoms of my sneakers, stomped my feet, and entered the torn-apart living room. Three Guys and a Toolbox had yet to show up, and the smell of splintered wood mixed with the scent of baking. My stomach rumbled, so I headed into the kitchen. It was empty but for the muffins cooling on the stove, and after dropping my cuttings by the sink, I washed my hands and eyed the cooling bread. Apparently Ivy was up and in the mood to bake. Unusual, but I was going to take advantage of it.

      Juggling a muffin and the fish food, I fed myself and Mr. Fish both, then pulled a dark green T-shirt on over my chemise and collapsed into my chair, happy with the world. I startled at the sudden skittering of claws, and an orange ball of feline terror streaked into the kitchen and under my chair. Pixies spilled in, a swirling storm of high-pitched screeching and whistles that made my skull hurt.

      “Out!” I shouted, standing. “Get out! The church is her safe place, so get out!”

      Pixy dust thickened to make my eyes water, but after the loud complaints and muttered disappointment, the Disney nightmare subsided as quickly as it had come. Smirking, I peered under my char. Rex was huddled, her eyes black and her tail fluffed, the picture of fear incarnate. Jenks must already be at Jih’s, since his kids knew he’d bend their wings backward till they slipped dust if he caught them teasing his cat.

      “What’s the matter, sweet pea?” I crooned, knowing better than to try to pet her. “Did those nasty pixies bother you?”

      Eyes averted, she hunched down, content to stay where she was. Snorting, I carefully settled back, feeling like the great protector. Rex never sought me out for attention, but when danger threatened, I was where she ended up. Ivy said it was a cat thing. Whatever.

      I reached for my nail polish, taking careful bites of breakfast between touch-up swipes. A soft scuffing in the hallway brought my attention up as Ivy came in, and I smiled. She was dressed in her exercise tights and had a light sheen of sweat on her. “What was all that about?” she asked, going to the stove and wedging a muffin out of the tin.

      Mouth full, I pointed under my chair.

      “Oh, poor kitty,” she said, sitting in her spot and dropping her hand to the floor.

      Disgust puckered my brow when the stupid cat padded to her, head up and tail smoothed. My annoyance deepened when Rex jumped into her lap, settling down to stare at me. The cat suddenly turned to the hallway, and a sharp rapping of heels grew loud. Eyes wide, I looked at Ivy, but my question was answered when Skimmer breezed in, brushed, tidied, and looking as perfect as an uncut wedding cake in her stark white shirt and black slacks.

      When did she get here? I thought, then flushed. She never left last night. I glanced at Ivy, deciding I was right when my roommate dumped Rex out of her lap and found great interest in her e-mails, opening them up and throwing out the spam—avoiding me. Hell, I didn’t care what they did together. But apparently Ivy did.

      “Hi, Rachel,” the slight vampire said. Then, before I could answer, she bent to give Ivy a kiss. Ivy stiffened in surprise, and I blinked when Ivy pulled away before it could turn passionate—which was clearly where Skimmer had intended it to go. Recovering smoothly, Skimmer headed for the muffins. “I’ll be done with work about ten tonight,” she said, putting one on a plate and sitting carefully between us. “Do you want to meet for an early dinner?”

      Ivy’s face was creased in annoyance at the attempted kiss. Skimmer was doing it to bother me, maybe scare me off, and Ivy knew it. “No,” she said, not looking from her monitor. “I’ve got something planned.”

      Like what? I thought, deciding that Skimmer’s and my relationship was probably going to nosedive like a brick with wings. This was really, really not anything I was prepared for.

      Skimmer carefully broke her muffin in two, then got to her feet to find a knife and the butter. Leaving them by her plate, she moseyed to the coffeemaker, her steps carrying the presence and power of the courtroom. Damn. I’m in trouble.

      “Coffee, Ivy?” she asked, the sun blinding on her shirt, crisp and pressed for the office.

      “Sure. Thanks.”

      Feeling the tension, Rex slunk out. Wish I could.

      “Here you go, sweets,” the vamp said, bringing Ivy a cup. It wasn’t the oversize mug with our Vampiric Charms logo on it that Ivy liked, but maybe she used them because I did.

      Ivy jerked back when Skimmer tried to steal another kiss. Instead of being upset, the woman confidently sat down again to meticulously butter her muffin. She was pulling both Ivy’s and my strings, fully in charge though Ivy was the more dominant of the two.

      I wasn’t going to leave because she was trying to make me uncomfortable. Feeling my blood pressure rise, I settled myself firmly in my chair. It was my kitchen, damn it.

      “You’re up early,” the blond, blue-eyed vamp said to me as if it meant something.

      I fought to keep my eyes from narrowing. “Did you make these?” I asked, raising what was left of my muffin.

      Skimmer smiled to show her sharp canine teeth. “Yes, I did.”

      “They’re good.”

      “You’re welcome.”

      “I didn’t say thank you,” I shot back, and Ivy’s hand on her mouse paused.

      Skimmer ate her muffin, watching me with unblinking eyes and slowly widening pupils. My scar started tingling, and I stood. “I’m going to shower,” I said, irate that she was giving me the creeps, but I did need to get cleaned up.

      “I’ll alert the media,” Skimmer said, licking the butter suggestively from her finger.

      I went to tell her to shove it up her ass and lay an egg with it, but the front doorbell rang, and my manners stayed intact. “That’s Kisten,” I said, then grabbed my shoulder bag. I was clean enough, and the last thing I wanted was three vampires in my kitchen and me naked in the shower. “I’m outta here.”

      Ivy broke from her computer, clearly surprised. “Where are you going?”

      I glanced at Skimmer, feeling a blush rise. “Driver’s ed. Kisten’s СКАЧАТЬ