Pierce’s eyebrows rose as he felt the sting of that, but I wouldn’t drop his gaze, still angry. Al, though, couldn’t have been happier. “Indeed,” he almost growled, clearly hearing more in my words than what I had said. “I think we’ve made enough progress for today, Rachel. Go home. Get some rest.”

My lips parted, and my fingers fell from the blanket over my shoulders. I could not seem to stop shivering. “Now? I just got here. Uh, not that I’m complaining.”

Al glanced at Pierce, looking as if he was mentally cracking his knuckles. Pierce was glaring right back, grim faced and determined. Idiot. As soon as I left, they were going to have a “demon to familiar chat.” I wasn’t going to be the one to clean up after it, though.

“Come along,” Al said, taking my elbow and letting go when I hissed in pain.

“You’re coming with me?” I questioned, and Al took my other, undamaged arm instead.

“If you’re not here when I get back,” the demon said to Pierce, “I will kill you. I may not be able to restrain you, but I can find you easily enough. Yes?”

Pierce nodded, grim new lines showing on his face.

I opened my mouth to protest, but Al had reached out and tapped a line. In an instant, I dissolved to a thought and was pulled into the nearest ley line, ribbons of energy that strung like threads between reality and the ever-after. Instinctively I flung up a protective circle around my thoughts, but Al had beaten me to it.

Al? I questioned, surprised that he was with me since it more than doubled the cost.

I told you to do nothing. I come back and find you possessed? I had to ask Newt for help. Do you know how embarrassing that is? How long it will take me to pay that off?

Our minds were sharing space, and though I couldn’t hear anything he didn’t wanted me to, he couldn’t hide his anger with me and his unexpected worry about Pierce. Al was getting a dose of my anger at the man, too. Maybe that was why Al was taking me home when he could just as easily have dumped me off in the church’s graveyard. He wanted a peek at my emotions.

The memory of my lungs was aching, but I felt him twist something sideways, and I stumbled as we popped back into existence, the fog that had been here when I left even thicker now. The glow from the back porch was a hazy blob of yellow, and I pulled the damp, foggy spring night deep into me. Four hours, and I was home.

“Student?” Al questioned, somewhat softer now that he’d seen my anger at Pierce, and I turned to him, thinking he looked like he belonged in the fog, wearing his elegant coat, tidy boots, and smoked glasses. “Do you have any idea the pressure I’m under?” he added. “The accusations you never hear about, the threats? Why do you think I double-checked that bottle Newt gave me? She wants you, Rachel, and you are giving her excuses to take you in any form she can!”