Licking my lips, I grabbed my bag. “We’re leaving through the kitchen,” I said softly, but the soft snick of a safety going off made me freeze. Halfway to a stand, I looked up to find a dirty white cashmere coat between us and the door and Vivian smiling wickedly, one hand in her softly bulging pocket. Her hair was no longer slicked back but plain and straight, and her forehead had a new bruise. There was a rash on her neck that looked itchy. She’d been pixed.

Behind her, the leprechaun made a bunny-eared kiss-kiss at me. “There you be,” she said, popping her green gum.

“Give me the bag,” Vivian said tightly, her hand open but not extended for me to grab and do some damage. “Slowly.”

Grimacing, I handed it to her and sank back down at the table.

“Good decision, Morgan.” Vivian passed it to the leprechaun, then tossed two plastic-coated bands of charmed silver onto the table. “Make another one.”

Pierce was still standing, his jaw clenched and a dangerous look in his eyes. Fear hit me—fear not for me, but for everyone else. He was way too free with the black magic. Damn it, couldn’t we have had a standoff somewhere other than Junior’s for once?

“Sit,” Vivian said lightly, looking at Pierce. “Or I shoot her. With a bullet. Right in her gut. She’ll be dead in twenty minutes. Understand?”

A faint sound of pixy wings rasped against my ear, the very familiarity of it catching my attention over the loud conversation. Jenks? My attention darted past Vivian to the front, and my breath caught. Nick was in the corner behind a New York Times. Our eyes met, and he winked. Jax was with him, waving enthusiastically and dusting an excited silver. Eyes wide, I pulled Pierce down into his chair. What is Nick doing here?

“Put them on,” Vivian said as she stood over us, and I fingered the zip strip. I was really tired of these things. I could do something stupid and try to get it on Vivian instead of me, but I threaded my hand through the circle and ratcheted it closed. Ley lines weren’t my forte, anyway. Lucky for me, my amulets still worked, and I retained the old lady look and the pain relief.

Pierce glared up at Vivian. I could feel him tensing, feel his chi beside mine glowing with ley-line power. If he put the strip on, he would be magically helpless. If he didn’t, Vivian would shoot me. “Put it on,” I said softly, and Pierce’s eyes pinched at the corners.

“Rachel—,” he almost growled.

“Listen to her, Tom,” Vivian said, and my breath caught. She thought Pierce was Tom?

Pierce, too, realized the power behind the understandable mistake. His motions rough, he put the loop over his wrist and tightened it.