Surprised, I leaned back against the sink with my coffee mug warming my fingers. Ivy’s and Jenks’s expressions were as confused as mine. “You’re married?” I asked for all three of us.

Lee grinned, looking like another person—a happy one. “Six weeks. Nice woman. Met her on one of my boats. She’s got her own money, so I know she’s not a gold digger.” His head dropped, and a shocking amount of honesty shone from him when he looked up again. “I asked her to marry me for the selfish reason of making my nights easier, but I love her.” He chuckled. “It’s … weird. I never thought … you know.”

A small sound of understanding slipped from me as I thought of Kisten. It must have been hell to be trapped in one’s own skull while a demon used your body for whatever it wanted. “I’m happy for you. Congratulations.”

Jenks flew to Ivy, who had slipped in behind her computer to distance herself from the touchy-feely emotional crap. Pushing myself into motion, I grabbed the cordless phone from the cradle and handed it to him. Lee took it, hesitating. “You did good, Rachel,” he said, surprising me and making Ivy stop her irritating tapping. “You got rid of a demon mark without hurting anyone. The coven should leave you alone. I’d speak for you if it would help, but I’m going to be scrambling for enough favors to keep from being shunned myself.”

Warmth touched my face, cooling when Jenks landed on my shoulder. “They will,” he said staunchly. “Leave her alone, I mean. They can’t shun you. You own too much.”

“Must be nice,” I said, looking at my shoulder bag on the table and remembering that Brooke had my phone, too. “Ivy, can I use your phone? I need to call Brooke so she doesn’t try to summon me again.”

Not missing a beat, Ivy pulled her slim phone from her back pocket and tossed it.

Lee gave me a nod in understanding, then went into the back living room with the landline for some privacy. Jenks, though, was not happy.

“You’re warning her?” he said, wings clattering at my ear. “What the fairy fart for?”

I scrolled through Ivy’s phone, noticing she’d been talking to Daryl a lot lately. “I don’t know,” I said as I found my phone number and hit dial. “It just seems fair.”

“Why do you care?” Jenks needled from my shoulder. “Let Al have them. No council equals no more worries!”

He was too close to look at on my shoulder, and I grimaced. Just what I need. My own personal shoulder devil, wearing black and smelling like the Garden of Eden. “What if they survive?” I asked. “Who do you think is going to get blamed for the attack?”