“Ah, I came over to tell you I have an ID on the woman who attacked you,” Glenn said from behind me.

“Let me guess,” I said, inching along. “Vivian Smith is a member of the coven of moral and ethical standards.”

“The witch broke into my church.” Jenks darted about the sanctuary, counting his kids.

“Really.” Glenn didn’t sound surprised, and I nodded. “Didn’t they already shun you?”

“Yeah. And now they want my ovaries,” I said dryly. Step-ow. Step-ow.

Glenn looked appalled when I glanced up, and Pierce was wincing, embarrassed as he gazed at the broken glass. Pixies were darting in and out, giving Jenks fits. Matalina had the youngest, but she could do only so much.

Ivy looked ill on the pixy-dusted, smoldering couch, her arm cradled against her. “Glenn, can you take me to the emergency room? Rachel can’t drive with her knees like that.”

“I can so,” I complained, but he was watching me inch along, shaking his head.

“Looks like you need to be admitted, too,” he said. “You want to file a report?”

I grimaced. “Against the coven? Ri-i-i-ight.” Accepting Glenn’s help, I hobbled to the hallway. He smelled like honey and hot metal. Daryl, apparently.“I can take Ivy to the hospital,” I said slowly. “My mom’s Buick is an automatic. You look like you’re on duty.”

Jenks laughed as he got all but three of his kids out in the yard. “There’s a good idea,” he said as he sent the last of them to the rafters to keep watch. “The coven is trying to kill you, and you want to drive Ivy to the hospital where there are syringes and big knives.”

I changed my aim from the hallway to the couch, slipping from Glenn’s grip to sit beside Ivy. “I can drive,” I said sourly. “I just need a new pain amulet.”

“I’ll get it, mistress witch,” Pierce said, his feet soundless as he vanished into the hall.

“Mistress witch?” Glenn muttered, standing over Ivy as if not knowing what to do.

“He’s not from around here,” I said, tired. Ivy got to her feet, and I stared up at her.

“Stay here, Rachel,” Ivy said as she headed for the foyer, coming out with her purse in her good hand. “Glenn can take me. I’ll be gone a few hours. Can you sit tight for that long?”

She was getting bitchy. That was a good sign. “What am I supposed to do till you get back?” I said, patting the smoldering leather. “Hide in my closet? I’d rather be with you.”

Jenks made a gagging sound. “This is so sweet, I think I’m going to barf fairy farts.”