A Perfect Blood (The Hollows #10)(77)
Author: Kim Harrison

Winona turned to us, looking demonic but justifiably proud of herself as she grinned. Behind her, Eloy was not moving. Somehow I didn’t care.

"Trent!" Jenks shouted, rising up for an instant. "We’re over here!"

Trent was out here? I thought, Jenks’s earlier words taking on an entirely new meaning.

Dropping down to my knee, he noticed the blood. "Shit, you’ve been shot! Trent, I could use some muscle here! Why the Tink-blasted daisies do you think I brought you!"

"It’s just a small caliber. Why is Trent here?" I whispered, leaning against the tree. It was getting harder to breathe. Ivy. Ivy should be here, not Trent.

The hair on the back of my neck started to prickle, and Jenks rose up. "Trent, no!" he cried out, and my eyes flashed open to see a dark shadow. "She’s with us! She’s with us!"

But it was too late, and a ball of magic hissed through the air, headed right for Winona. The woman didn’t have a clue, staring transfixed at the hunched shadow, looking like Peter Pan, crouched in the nearby tree.

I lunged for Winona. Jenks darted up, and I landed on her, right when Trent’s spell slammed into me.

My breath came in with a gasp as it felt like my skin exploded, shooting jagged daggers from the inside out. Groaning, I clenched my jaw and curled into a ball as I fell off Winona, shaking as my pounding heart pushed the pain deeper, finding my chi and then exploding again. I could do nothing but ride it out, and it was a hard one. Stupid-ass elf! Jenks was right. He jumped to conclusions worse than I did.

"What the hell are you doing!" Jenks shrilled, and the world spun as Winona picked me up and began backing away, managing my weight easily. "You hit Rachel, you idiot!"

"Put her down, demon!" Trent said, his beautiful voice hard with threat as he dropped from the trees, the come-and-go lights from the fire trucks playing over him. "I’ll kill you where you stand. I am her Sa’han, and you will not have her."

"You are not," I breathed, trying to wave him off, and Jenks hovered over us, lighting Winona’s scared expression with his own dust. "Knock it off, will you? She’s my friend."

"She’s with Rache!" Jenks shrilled. "God! You’re dumb! Do you think I’d be hovering here with my thumb up my ass if Winona was going to hurt her?"

"Stay back," Winona said, her tears hitting me, heavy and warm. "Stay back! Oh God, Rachel. Please be all right!"

"Jenks?" I murmured, trying to focus, but Winona was backing into the trees, terrified. Elf magic sucked. I didn’t think I could move. Even my heartbeat hurt. Damn! Trent packed a punch. Someone needed to muzzle him. Stupid-ass businessman trying to play runner.

The glow of a phone screen lit his face, and he quietly said, "I’ve got her. Right where I said she’d be." He hesitated, a new tightness to his lips. "Why do you think I’m out here, Quen? I’ll see you in a few minutes." He hesitated, then added, "Then you should have listened to me," and shut the phone. The light cut off. "Please, we have to move," he said, and Winona’s arms around me tightened. Her meadowy scent rose high where my wet clothes touched her, and I felt numb.

"It’s okay, Winona," Jenks said, darting to hover over Trent as he walked forward, his hands in the air, but Winona kept going back, deeper into the woods and away from the lights of the fire trucks.

"HAPA is still out here," Trent said, his expression unseen as the fire trucks flashed behind him now. "I can take you somewhere safe, but you have to trust me. I’m sorry about the spell. I saw you and . . . I overreacted. Please. Don’t run. I can’t help if you don’t let me."

No, he couldn’t. It was something I was learning at long last. I hoped it wasn’t too late.

Trent’s voice had lost its edge, falling into the more familiar coaxing businessman I knew. Winona wasn’t buying it, and Jenks hovered over her shoulder. Winona shook her head, her tears hitting me, and Trent made a noise of frustration. "Some help here, Rachel?"

I tried to take a deep breath, my lungs on fire. "Idiot . . ." I wheezed. "You shouldn’t be throwing spells like that unless you know what you’re doing!"

"You want me to leave?" he said, and Jenks’s wings clattered in frustration.

"Can you guys save this for after we get in the car?" he said, and I tried to focus on his glittering sparkles. I was so glad to see him, I could just cry. No, wait, I was already doing that.

"Winona, please," I whispered as my eyes shut. "I know this guy. You can trust him." My eyes opened, and I looked at Winona, seeing her need to believe that there might be a way out of this. "He can help us both," I slurred, then clenched as a new wave of pain hit. Oh God, the spell wasn’t dissipating fast enough. I was going to go into shock.

"You’re Trent Kalamack?" she warbled, and Trent nodded. She shifted from foot to foot, but I think it was Jenks still hovering over him that did it, and I sighed when Trent put his hands on me and the pain lessened. I sagged in relief, and Winona stiffened.

"It’s okay!" Jenks yelled before she ran off with me. "He just broke the pain charm."

"I still hurt," I said, my eyes opening. I smelled cinnamon and wine, and Trent’s finger turned my face to his. He was smiling, a hint of guilt and embarrassment behind it, and I tried to smile back. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be taking over a corporation or something?"

"Ah, sorry about that," he said, worry pinching his brow. "Better now?"

Sorry? He was sorry?

"She’s been shot," Jenks said, and I felt a new wash of warmth as he dusted my leg again.

"I see that," he said, his gaze going up the hill to the fire trucks. "I would’ve found you sooner, but everyone was focused on a trailer park, and it wasn’t until Quen left that I had the chance to do a finding spell." He grimaced as he took me from Winona and the soothing scent of cinnamon and wine flowed over me anew. His hand with the missing fingers pinched, the pressure needed to hold me channeled into fewer fingers. "Maybe next time, they’ll listen to me."

"Happens to me all the time," I said, eyes closing as he started walking and my head thumped into his chest. Things were getting fuzzy again, and I felt like I was being rocked as he walked, Jenks shining ahead of us.

"I’ve a car a quarter mile up the road," Trent said, concern edging his voice. "I’ll have you in a tub of water in half an hour." He glanced at Winona. "Both of you."

A tub of water sounded like heaven. "You’d better be nice to Winona," I said. "Or I’m going to kick your ass. Understand?"