For A Few Demons More. Kim Harrison

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      “I found them!” Newt shouted. “You know why I’m here! Tell me why am I over here!”

      I jumped when Ceri gripped my arm. Shouting in rage, Newt swung her staff at him. Minias’s fingers danced in the air as if babbling in sign language, forming a ley line spell. I felt a huge drop as someone pulled on the line out back, and with a surprising shout, Minias ended his spell by popping the lid to a vial he’d taken from Newt and flinging it at her.

      Newt cried out in dismay as the sparkles hung in the air, her anger, frustration, and pain shocking in their depth. And then the potion hit her, and her face went blank.

      Sliding to a stop, she blinked, glancing over the empty sanctuary with no recognition in her gaze as it landed on Ceri and me. She saw Minias, then threw her staff to the floor as if it were a snake. It hit with a clatter and bounced. Outside, past the stained-glass windows, the robins were singing in the predawn haze, but in here it was as if the air were dead.

      “Minias?” she said, her tone confused and dismayed.

      “It’s done,” he said gently. He came forward, scooping up her staff and handing it to her.

      “Did I hurt you?” Her voice was worried, and when Minias shook his head, relief spilled over her, quickly turning to depression.

      I felt sick.

      “Take me home,” the demon said, glancing at me. “My head hurts.”

      “Wait for me.” Minias’s gaze flicked to mine, then returned to her. “We’ll go together.”

      Ceri held her breath as the demon approached us, his face down and wide shoulders hunched. I thought briefly about reinstating the circle but didn’t. Minias stopped before me, too close for comfort. His tired eyes took in my nightclothes, Ceri’s blood staining my hands, and the three circles that had nearly failed to stop Newt. His gaze rose to encompass the interior of the sanctuary, with my desk, Ivy’s piano, and the stark emptiness between them. “You were the one who stole Ceri from her demon?” he asked, surprising me.

      I wanted to explain that it had been a rescue, not stealing her, but I just nodded.

      His head moved up and down once, mocking me, and I fixed on his eyes. The red was so dark that they looked brown, and the characteristic demonic sideways pupil gave me pause.

      “Your blood kindled the curse,” he said, his red, goat-slitted eyes darting to the blood circle beside me. “She told me about shoving you through the lines last winter.” His eyes traveled over me, evaluating. “No wonder Al is interested in you. Do you have anything that might have attracted her?”

      “Other than the favor I owe her?” I said, my voice shaking. “I don’t think so.”

      His eyes dropped to the elaborate circle Ceri had drawn for me to contact him with. “If you think of anything, call me. I’ll pick up the imbalance. I don’t want her coming over here again.”

      Ceri’s fingers on my arm tightened. Yeah, me neither, I thought.

      “Stay here,” he said as he turned away. “I’ll be back to settle up.”

      Alarmed, I pulled from Ceri. “Whoa, hold up, demon boy. I don’t owe you anything.”

      His eyebrows were high and mocking when he turned around. “I owe you, idiot. The sun is almost up. I have to get out of here. I’ll be back when I can.”

      Ceri’s eyes were wide. Somehow I didn’t think that having a demon owe me a favor was a good thing. “Hey,” I said, taking a step forward. “I don’t want you just showing up. That’s rude.” And really scary.

      He looked impatient to be away as he adjusted his clothing. “Yes, I know. Why do you think demons try to kill their summoners? You’re crude, unintelligent, grasping hacks with no sense of social grace, demanding we cross the lines and pick up the cost?”

      I warmed, but before I could tell him to shove it, he said, “I’ll call first. You take the imbalance for that, since you asked for it.”

      I glanced at Ceri for guidance, and she nodded. The guarantee that he wouldn’t show up while I was showering was worth it. “Deal,” I said, hiding my hand so he wouldn’t take it.

      From behind him, Newt eyed me with her brow creased. Minias’s steps were silent as he moved to take her elbow possessively, his worried eyes darting to mine. His head rose to look past Ceri and me to the open door, and I heard the lub-lub-lub of a cycle pulling into the carport. In the time between one heartbeat and the next, they vanished.

      I slumped in relief. Ceri leaned against the piano, the flat of her arms getting blood on it. Her shoulders started to shake, and I put a hand on one, wanting nothing more than to do the same. From outside came the sudden silence of Ivy’s bike turning off, and then her distinctive steps on the cement walk.

      “So then the pixy says to the druggist,” Jenks said, the clatter of his wings obvious. “Tax? I thought they stayed on by themselves!” The pixy laughed, the tinkling sound of it like wind chimes. “Get it, Ivy? Tax? Tacks?”

      “Yes, I got it,” she muttered, her pace shifting as she took the cement steps. “Good one, Jenks. Hey, the door is open.”

      The light coming into the church was eclipsed, and Ceri pulled herself up, wiping her face and smearing it with blood, tears, and dirt from her garden. I could smell the stink of burnt amber on me and throughout the church, and I wondered if I would ever feel clean again. Together we stood, numb, as Ivy halted just past the foyer. Jenks hovered for three seconds, and then, dropping swear words like the golden sparkles he was shedding, he tore off in search of his wife and kids.

      Ivy put a hand on her cocked hip and took in the three—no, four—circles made of blood, me in my pj’s and Ceri crying silently, her hand sticky with drying blood clutching her crucifix.

      “What on God’s green earth did you do now?”

      Wondering if I’d ever sleep again, I glanced at Ceri. “I have no idea.”

       Chapter Two

      I didn’t feel good, my stomach queasy as I sat on my hard-backed chair in the kitchen at Ivy’s heavy and very large antique table, shoved up against an interior wall. The sun was a thin slice of gold shining on the stainless-steel fridge. I didn’t see that often. I wasn’t used to being up this early, and my body was starting to let me know about it. I didn’t think it was from the morning’s trouble. Yeah. Right.

      Tugging my terry-cloth robe shut, I flipped through the Yellow Pages while Jenks and Ivy argued by the sink. The phone was on my lap, so Ivy wouldn’t take over as I searched for someone to resanctify the church. I’d already called the guys who had reshingled the roof to give us an estimate on the living room. They were human, and Ivy and I liked using them, since they generally got here bright and early at noon. Newt had torn up the carpet and pulled several pieces of paneling off the walls. What in hell had she been looking for?

      Jenks’s kids were in there right now, though they weren’t even supposed to be in the church, and by the shrieks and chiming laughs, they were making СКАЧАТЬ