Graced with wrinkles? Can’t he just say old? I shrugged, embarrassed. “If I’d been thinking, I would have grabbed a disguise for you, too.”

“You’d rather I be disguised?” he asked, and when I nodded, there was a soft pressure against me, as if something was rubbing my aura. My eyes widened when a sheet of ever-after flowed over Pierce, ebbing to nothing to show Tom Bansen. Same curling brown hair, same blue eyes, same slight build, same … everything.

“Uh, good,” I said, uneasy at the reminder that Pierce was living his life out in another man’s body, dead just long enough for his soul to depart. His posture, though, was Pierce’s upright stance, and the slacks and vest, which were charming on Pierce, looked really odd on Tom. “You’re a dead ringer for Tom.”

Pierce flushed. “I am Tom Bansen, mistress witch. The trick is to look like myself.”

That gave me the willies even more, and I hid my unease behind another sip. “Call me Rachel. We belong to the same demon, I think that entitles us to some informality.”

He made a noise as he found a new way to sit. “To call a woman by her given name—”

“It makes you stick out,” I said, starting to get peeved.

“It’s powerfully disrespectful,” he muttered, shaking his hand when his coffee spilled, squeezed from the cup when he took the lid off.

My eyes were on the bright sun on the street. “It’s a rougher time, Pierce.” Which I thought was weird. With all the conveniences and clean simplicity we lived in, people had lost a lot of polish. Sighing, I gazed up at the ceiling, glad no one had noticed Pierce changing. Few knew that the witch named Tom Bansen had been killed by a banshee and reanimated by Al to hold Pierce’s soul only moments after Tom’s last heartbeat. It was black magic in the extreme, and probably why Pierce’s aura was now blacker than mine—among other things.

“Has Ms. Tamwood sent word?” Pierce asked intently, a weird mix of Tom and Pierce.

Another swallow of coffee, and the caffeine started to take hold. The cup warmed my hands, and I set it down. “No. I hope everything’s okay. I’m about ready to leave her a voice message. Something doesn’t feel right.” Something more than you next to me instead of Jenks.

Pierce ran a hand under his hat to get his hair out of his eyes. “I’m sorry for you having to leave your diggings, but it’s not safe, Rachel. The coven—”

“Yes, I know,” I said angrily. The church had always been my safe haven, and it bothered me that it was now a place of danger. It bothered me a lot.