Pale Demon (The Hollows #9)(15)
Author: Kim Harrison

"I desperately need to get to the West Coast before Sunday night," he said, and my eyes opened. "It’s a private matter. This is the most important thing in my life. Please help me."

The faint scent from his boots of stables was winding its way into me now that the car wasn’t moving and the air was still. His clothes, the sun in his hair, everything combined to remind me of a summer afternoon when I was twelve and he had found me crying in the stables at summer camp, thinking I’d alienated my best friend. The thrill I’d felt, the power he’d given me when we took a fence together on his horse twined through me. Then a mere two months ago when we had pounded over his fields under the moonlight, believing the lie that the scream we had heard was a fox and not the man who had tried to kill me. Remembering it all, I quivered, feeling myself pulled to him. Shit. Maybe I was a demon.

I spoke to my knees. "If I get you to the West Coast by Sunday, you have to promise to help me at the coven meeting. I need them to reinstate my citizenship that you pushed them into revoking and guarantee that everyone stops gunning for me." Heart pounding, I looked up. "If I can’t beat this, I’m permanently in the ever-after." I was going to regret this. I knew it.

"I didn’t know that," he said, looking like he was realigning his thinking.

He went to say something more, but Jenks had dropped down through the open roof to hover between us. "You ready to go, Rache?" he asked, looking far too bright and eager.

"Yes," I said, tired as I gathered my bag to myself again. "We need to talk. I’m going to get Trent to the coast. I’m going to need your help, and don’t try to stop me."

The pixy put his hands on his hips and grinned at me. "I know."

My lips parted, and I stared at him. I know? He’d said, I know? "Who are you, and how did you kill my partner?" I said, and Jenks spilled a silver dust.

"Cookie farts is right," he said. "Neither of you will make it out there without the other. And me, to help."

A huge sigh came from Trent instead of the expected bad temper at the slur. His eyes were closed, and when they opened, there was hope-it made him look more powerful yet. "We can leave within the hour," he said, opening the door. "They won’t be expecting that."

I wondered if he meant they as in the Withons or they as in the coven.

Trent was gone, his door thumping shut. Jenks shot out of the roof. Scrambling, I worked the door and got out, blinking as I emerged in the sun. "They won’t be expecting it because it’s a stupid idea," I said, seeing Trent beside Ivy and Quen. "I need to go home and pack again," I said, striding to the trunk of my mom’s car. "Jenks needs to find a babysitter."

Ivy shifted my garment bag to show two suitcases, my old blue one and the other I’d seen in the trunk of Trent’s car. It had to be Trent’s. What was my old suitcase doing here? And Trent’s? That was Trent’s, wasn’t it?

"You’ve got your dress," Ivy said as I stared. "And everything you packed for the airplane is in your blue bag."

"Wha-what was in my checked luggage?" I stammered.

Ivy gave me one of her few full smiles. "Magazines," she said matter-of-factly. "They weren’t going to let you get on that plane," she said coaxingly when my brow furrowed, "so sue me for thinking ahead. I just moved everything you packed to a different bag. I thought we’d hit the train station next, but this is better."

Not believing this was happening, I looked at everyone in turn, feeling like I’d been manipulated. "What about Jenks and his kids?" I asked.

"I called Jih," Jenks said as he landed on the raised trunk, his wings going red in the reflected heat. "Bis is going to watch them at night, and Jih is going to watch them during the day. Her husband wasn’t going for it until I agreed that Jih could bring home whatever she wanted from the graveyard." His wings hummed and he took flight, warm again. "Ivy’s going to bring me my good sword and some toothbrushes."

"You’re coming?" I asked Ivy, not seeing her suitcase in the trunk.

She shrugged. "I’m going to close up the church and fly out to join you. You can get to St. Louis by nightfall. I already have my ticket."

Oh God. The one she’d bought today? Feeling used, I dropped back, eying them in disbelief. "This morning was all for show?" I said bitterly.

From beside me, Trent shifted his feet. "Is this why you suggested I dress casually?" he asked Quen. "You knew I wasn’t coming back?"

Jenks hummed, close, darting off when I waved him away before he could land on my shoulder. "We had to be sure Ivy could fly," the pixy said. "Now we know she can. We’re taking your mom’s car."

The pixy looked too satisfied to live, but I wasn’t happy.

"No, we’re taking mine," Trent said suddenly, and I realized he hadn’t known about this, either. It made me feel a little better. Especially when Quen cleared his throat and fell into a modified parade rest.

"No, Sa’han, you’re taking Ms. Morgan’s car."

I turned to Ivy and Jenks, both of them smiling in the sun as if it was all just a joke. Me and Trent in a car to St. Louis? The tabloids would love it. "You had this all worked out, huh?"

"Not all of it until just now," Ivy said. "But both Quen and I like to be prepared."

From my other side, Trent muttered, "Can I talk to you, Quen? Privately?"

"Yeah, yeah," Jenks said brightly when Quen inclined his head to excuse himself. "Go complain. It isn’t going to change anything."

Gravel crunched under Trent’s boots as the two elves went to have an argument that I was sure Trent was going to lose. Uneasy, I squinted in the sun as I faced Ivy. "You agree with this?"

Ivy nodded, and Jenks darted away to eavesdrop on Trent and Quen. "I think this is the safest way to get you there," Ivy said, and my focus sharpened on her. "The coven won’t take a shot at you with Trent in the car, and the Withons’ assassins aren’t that much of a threat. It’s the best of a bad situation. And if he is lying and he double-crosses you, I’ll kill him for you."

From anyone else, it would have been an idle threat, and I smiled, feeling loved.

"Take this for me," Ivy said, handing me her laptop in the briefcase. "If for some reason I can’t get on the plane, I’ll bike out and join you. With luck, I’ll see you in a few hours."

I took the briefcase as the heavy door of my mom’s car slammed. Nervous, I gave her a hug. Jenks flew up, dusting us as he got included in there somewhere. "Be nice," Ivy whispered as she let go, and I shivered at the feeling of her words on my neck.