The Undead Pool (The Hollows #12)(135)
Author: Kim Harrison

“Give me the girls, Trent!” Ellasbeth demanded, and Lucy called for her mother in delight.

Ignoring Jonathan, Ellasbeth continued forward. The second man with her moved, and with a growl that chilled my blood, Jonathan grabbed him about the neck. Suddenly the three were on the ground, scrabbling like wrestlers for an advantage as they heaved and struggled. Wild magic skated over my awareness, and Trent’s grip on me tightened. There was an abrupt pop of magic, and the two men went still. Ellasbeth came to a shocked halt as Jonathan slowly got to his feet, the two men behind her unmoving.

“Holy toad shit!” Jenks exclaimed, and my pulse raced as Jonathan shook the lingering magic from him like water. His foot nudged a man back to the ground, and I breathed a sigh of relief. They were still alive. I hadn’t been sure.

“Don’t move,” Jonathan said to Ellasbeth, and the woman’s face became white. “I will bring you down.”

“What the hell was that?” Jenks said as he landed on my shoulder with the fading scent of burnt amber.

“That was Jon, defending me and mine.” Trent’s grim expression made me wonder how often he’d seen something like this. What did he need me for?

People were at the outskirts, watching behind trash cans and low walls. Stymied, Ellasbeth nevertheless took a step forward. “Give me my girls!” she exclaimed, flicking her eyes to Jonathan and back again.

There were Weres among the watchers I realized, circling behind Ellasbeth’s men. Ivy and Nina had dropped back, rightly worried about getting caught in the magical cross fire.

Trent made sure Ray was okay before he faced her. “Ellasbeth,” he said, her name holding a wealth of emotions: fatigue, disappointment, relief, and anger. “Were you waiting for the news, or did you feed it to them to hurry it along so you could make your flight out?”

“Give them to me!” she demanded, making a sideways step, closer to us and away from Jonathan.

“If you have to ask, you don’t deserve them,” Trent said, his bitter sarcasm clear.

“You’re destitute,” she said, her confidence wearing thin as she stood in the sun with her straw-yellow hair and perfect dress suit. “Or you soon will be. You can’t maintain custody, and if you don’t give them to me now, the accusations will become worse until you are in jail or dead. Save them the humiliation of seeing their father made a public ridicule.”

Trent shifted his weight, hiding me another inch behind him. “Father. Nice of you to admit that in front of all these witnesses.”

Her security had noticed the Weres. One of them motioned to Ellasbeth to leave, and she frowned. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

“Easy is tasteless and bland,” he said, and her expression twisted with anger.

“I will turn you into a pauper unless you give them to me!”

At that, Trent took a step forward. Lucy was fussing, trying to get to Ellasbeth, and I distracted her with a tiny globe of light. “Wealth is not a determining factor of parental fitness,” he said softly, his words reaching everyone. “Or are you calling a million parents unfit because they work for a living? Lucy is mine by right,” Trent said, his voice ringing out. “And again by ancient trial that you demanded. You stole Lucy from me, Ellasbeth. Slunk away in the night with her in your belly like a thief. I took her back. She’s mine.”

“You slept with that demon whore!” Ellasbeth raged, face red and arms waving. “How could you do that to me!”

My jaw clenched, but I stayed where I was. This wasn’t about me. It was about Trent and Ellasbeth.

“You slept with her!” she raged. “And you think anyone will still follow you? You are done, Trent. Done!”

Ticked, I focused on watching her security, every single one of them flanked by at least three Weres. The scent of broken heather grew stronger; Trent was pissed. “Read your history, Ellasbeth,” he said bitterly. “Demon and elf pairings happened all the time. It just so happens that both parties agreed this time. Get out of my city.”

She crossed her arms, then forced them down. “It’s not your city anymore.”

Eerie and unreal, a muted howl rose up from behind the green. It was taken up by another, and then a third, circling us in a soft binding. When it died out, another could be heard in the distance. Two more rose from different directions, probably outside the park. Ellasbeth’s people began to look at one another. One man set his weapon down, turned, and walked away.

Head lifted high, Trent moved closer to me. The girls were with us. Jonathan still had the first two men cowed. Behind her, a woman and a man left, their pace fast and stilted. “Cincinnati will always be my city,” Trent said. “Even if I am penniless and wash windows to feed myself and my children. Leave. Don’t come back unless it’s as the thief you are so I may hunt you down.”

“I’m warning you, Trent,” Ellasbeth said, but her threat cut off when Jonathan let the two men up, whispering in their ears until they staggered away.

“Trent . . .” she said, then louder and in shock, “Come back here!,” when the shaken men ignored her and walked away. “Get back here!” she demanded, but they kept going. All her security went with them. Trent smiled, the girls silent between us. She had lost, and I could see in Trent a pained realization. He hadn’t wanted it this way, but she was forcing it on him.

“Trent,” she pleaded, shoulders hunched, but it was too late. “Come with me. I can convince them it was a mistake. This doesn’t have to happen. None of it.”

“And be indebted to you the rest of my life? Be your puppet? No.”

“For the girls’ sake,” she tried next, and Ray whimpered, reaching for Trent.

“Exactly,” he intoned. “For the girls’ sake.” Jonathan inclined his head and retreated so the two of them could see each other clearly over the fifteen feet. As I watched, Trent seemed to grow not taller, but more substantial. His aura almost glowed into the visible spectrum, and I wondered if the Goddess was watching, sending her mystics to bring witness to this. Do they see me? Do any of them know it’s me?

“As Sa’han, I am in my rights to refuse the enclave’s summons, but you can tell them this.” Trent took another step, and she looked even more alone. “Birthright is given. Power is earned. I still have it, and it is growing, not failing. This lost wealth will strip the dross from me and show what I am. This union between me and the demons proves my foresight and courage. The girls are mine. I’m still willing to allow you to see them because I have felt the pain of being apart and it was almost too much to bear, but if you try to take them again, I will come down on you with everything I have.” He took a slow breath, and I saw her shiver. “Do not push it, Ellasbeth. You’ve not seen the depths of what I’m capable of.”