Fear galvanized me. I wasn’t that good at ley-line magic, and all my earth charms were in the kitchen. Irate, I inched my way out from under the table, drawing heavily on the ley line when I passed through my circle and broke it. Ticked, I staggered to my feet. The line vibrated through me, and I let the energy gather in my hand.

“Rachel, stay out of this!” Pierce cried.

“Clear!” I shouted, and the pixies harrying her scattered. “You come into my house?” I yelled. “You set my pool table on fire! What in hell is wrong with you?” I threw the unfocused energy at Vivian. The woman ducked, then dove out of the way when Pierce sent a black-colored spell after at her in a one-two punch.

“Break my window and hurt my friend?” I shouted, shambling forward like a zombie.

My second ball hit her protective circle, and she went down, her fashionable high heels costing her her balance. Pierce’s second spell sailed over her with a shouted “Interrumpere,” slamming into the front door of the church to make it crash open. The pixies dusting the fire on the pool table shrieked, and from the floor Vivian gazed at Pierce in fear.

“You go tell the coven they just made mistake number two!” I shouted at Vivian, and the woman scrabbled to reach the door, breaking her own circle and tripping over Ivy. “There’d better not be a mistake number three!” I added. “Get out of my church!”

“Animam, agere, efflare.” Pierce spoke in slow, deliberate syllables, chilling me. He was wreathed in a sheet of ever-after, his entire body glowing as he summoned his magic, the black words spilling from him. He was powerful and determined, his stance firm and his hands moving confidently. The hair on my neck prickled, and a shudder rose through me. My lips parted, and even the pixies fell back. Oh my God. What was he doing?

From the floor, Vivian stared, transfixed. “Who the Turn are you?” she breathed.

Pierce smiled, his fingers stilling as a ball of black death waited in his hand. “Tell the coven that Gordian Pierce demands a powerful reckoning of their betrayal of one of their own. And if a body was smart, she’d leave while she still could.”

“Get out of here!” I shouted, this time worried for Vivian’s life, and she fled, clawing her way to her feet at the threshold.

“Pierce, stop! She’s gone!” I shouted, seeing his blazing ball of blackness hiss through the air after her. It hit Vivian’s back the instant she left the church. She shrieked as she fell down the stairs, but I didn’t care what Pierce’s magic had done. I was running to Ivy, hobbling to an awkward stop and falling to kneel beside her. Pain shot up my knees.