Lee’s dark eyes became thoughtful. Jenks’s wings slowed, and even Ivy seemed to relax. My eyes fixed on Lee’s disheveled but staunchly upright posture, I crossed the room and held out my hand. It hung there all by itself, and I tilted my head, wondering if he was going to be stupid about this and let his pride put him in the crapper again. But then Lee’s thin lips quirked, and finally a smile showed. With the sliding sound of his dirt-marked suit, Lee stood and we shook hands. There wasn’t a whisper of power threatening to spill between us. His hand felt small in mine after Al’s, and firm. “This is going to rot Trent’s bridle,” the man said as he let go.

Chuckling, I nodded. Poor Trent. Hope he choked on it. Eying Lee’s coffee on the table, I turned to the coffeemaker. Jenks went to “chat” with Lee about the dangers of going back on even our informal truce, and I fumbled in the cupboard for a mug. Ivy was suddenly at my elbow, and I gave her a quick look to make sure she wasn’t vamping out, then relaxed.

“Pierce?” she whispered, and my elation at getting rid of a mark and mending a fence with a city power evaporated.

“Al’s beating him up for threatening him with Newt,” I said, and she winced. “I’m sure he’ll show up before long.” But in what state, was the question. He should have kept his mouth shut. I was handling it. Interesting, though, that I was allowed to threaten Al and Pierce wasn’t.

I bowed my head, and my hair made a curtain between me and the rest of the world as my grip tightened on the cold porcelain. This wasn’t right.

Ivy’s hand touched my shoulder, and she gave me a quick sideways hug. “I’m sure he’ll be fine,” she said, her lips inches from my ear.

I pulled out of her hold to see her smirking good-naturedly. “You’re something else, vampire,” I said sourly even as my neck started to tingle and she moved away, but I couldn’t contain my growing feeling of excitement. My foot was clean. I had one less tie to demons. One less reason to be shunned. One more mark to go, I thought, looking at my wrist.

Jenks darted from Lee, satisfaction on his small features as the much larger man nodded, clearly understanding the threat that Jenks could be, even as small as he was. “Rachel,” the witch asked as he set his mug down on the table, “would you mind if I used your phone? Brooke took my cell, my wallet.” His face shifted, eyebrows rising. “Damn, she mugged me! I need to call my wife and tell her I’m okay. Have her send a car.”