The Undead Pool (The Hollows #12)(115)
Author: Kim Harrison

“That’s probably her,” he said at the unmistakable sound of an engine, and Jenks, plastered to the colored glass, gave a thumbs-up.

I stood, heart pounding. We were ready. “Okay!” I said brightly. “Jenks, Bis, Trent. This is going to be easy. We go in. Collect the mystics. We go out to the line. Done.” It wasn’t going to be that easy, but I could hope.

Jenks hovered between us, his kids a sullen cloud behind him. “Ah, we’re coming with you.” Wincing, he looked over his shoulder. “All of us.”

“Seriously?” I shrugged into my black jacket and zipped it up. From outside, Ivy revved the engine, wanting us to hurry. “Who’s going to watch the church?”

Jenks made a sharp wing chirp to shut his kids up. “It’s not going to run away,” he said. “I’ve seen the foundation and it doesn’t have wheels. Belle will be here. But we’re coming. All of us.” His expression became pained. “I can’t make them stay, Rache. They want to help.”

I grabbed my bag from the coffee table and slung it over my shoulder. “We already have too many people.” I strode for the door, but there was nothing I could do to stop them either.

“We don’t take up any room,” Jenks said as he paced me, his kids silently following. “And you’re going to need us.”

I hesitated at the door. Trent was no help, checking his watch as he deferred the decision to me. Jenks coming was a no-brainer, but a half-dozen noisy, ill-experienced pixies getting in the way might be a problem. Bis shrugged as he hung from the door frame, and pixy dust eddied when he dropped to wrap his tail across my back and under my arm in a secure hold. “I think it’s a good idea,” he said. “They can stick with me.”

Bis taking responsibility for them—for all of them—would be a load off my mind. “Okay,” I said reluctantly, and we were suddenly covered in pixy dust, Bis hunching at their ultrasonic noise. “Let’s go!” I said louder, and Trent opened the door to give them somewhere to go. “Before Ivy has a cow!”

My words were confident, but I was anything but as I gave Belle a last salute and we left. Motions slow, I tugged the door closed behind me, my fingers trailing on the heavy wood as I was struck by the feeling that I might never return to open it.

Bis took off from my shoulder and the pixies dove in and out of the open windows of the van. Trent hesitated on the top step for me. “You all right?”

My feet thumped down the stairs, the shock reverberating all the way up my spine. “Jittery,” I said. I was getting the worst premonition. This wasn’t going to go well. Something was going to go wrong. It was more than the scent of smoke and furtive figures traveling from backyard to backyard. I’d always had the demons to fall back on, and this time, I’d be in worse trouble if they found out. They wouldn’t care if the world fell apart—and while I was busy trying to explain, it would.

“It will be done in a few hours,” Trent said, the sound of plastic on metal a harsh rolling as he yanked the sliding door of the van open.

I reached for a handhold . . . and faltered, rocking back to the sidewalk. The van was full of vampires. Not just vampires, but vampires with guns, and chains, and chest wraps of grenades. Trent’s expression was as shocked as mine. The normal seats had been removed, replaced with two big bench seats along both sides, making it look like a SWAT van—if SWAT vans had excited vampires comparing the pros and cons of their handguns in them. Okay, on second glance, I counted only six vampires including Ivy and Nina up front, but it looked like more. Whoa. Was that a sledgehammer?

My attention shot to Ivy at the wheel, dressed in black with her hair up in a bun that would be hard to grab. “Ah, Ivy?” I said, ignoring the eager hands held out to drag me in. None of them were David’s. “This was supposed to be a small, intimate affair.”

“It just kind of happened.” Ivy waved the darting pixy kids out from between us. Bis was already perched on the headrest of the front passenger seat, his big claws making dents in the vinyl. Nina looked far too eager for my liking.

“Don’t be mad at Ivy,” Nina said as she twisted to look at me. She was sporting a black jumpsuit that looked as if it got its start in a skydiving class—apart from the grenades sewn onto it. “She told us about the I.S. trying to control the mystics. It’s not just about them killing our undead anymore. No one should have that kind of power over another. It ends here.”

I backed up into Trent. Six excited vampires. My neck was tingling. “Where’s David?”

A muscular vampire I remembered as being one of Piscary’s bouncers pushed everyone back and told them to shut up and make a hole for us. Scott, I think. “He thought it was too crowded and is running with his pack,” Scott said, the lines about his eyes telling me he was worried about his second life as well. I couldn’t tell them to go home and wait.

“Get in the van, Rache!” Jenks prompted from the rearview mirror, but I balked at the muscular bodies and the quick reactions that living a life on the edge of death engendered. It might sound good on paper, but sure as pixy dust, by sunrise there’d be yelling and screaming and blood in someone’s mouth.

Trent’s hand touched the small of my back, and my scar tingled. “They know the risks,” he said, ushering me forward when Ivy yelled at us to hurry up. “It’s their masters’ lives in the balance.” Accepting Scott’s help, Trent stepped inside. Turning, he held out his hand for me. This was a bad idea, but I reached out and let them both pull me up and in.

“Finally!” Ivy muttered, accelerating before the door was even shut.

“Slide down!” someone said, and there were more happy complaints about squishing the ammo and “who took my detonators?”

Jenks’s dust was a contented gold as he sat on my shoulder. “I like these people,” he said as I took the seat right behind Ivy where I could see out the front.

I looked worriedly at Nina, remembering how she’d harbored Felix without anyone knowing. Sure, he had told the Free Vampires to take a hike, but he’d also agreed to give the mystics to the I.S. in exchange for her. Grimacing, I leaned forward to Ivy, lips barely moving. “Is she clean?”

Her grip on the wheel tightened, and I backed up. “Yes,” she said, eyes flicking to Nina then back to the road. “Rachel, she wants to help. To prove that she can.”