A faint smile quirked Ivy’s lips. “You sure know how to make friends, Rachel. Al is going to be ticked that you warned them.”

“Al isn’t trying to give me a lobotomy,” I said, then turned away as the line clicked open.

“Rachel Morgan’s phone,” came a polite voice. “Can I take a message?”

It was Vivian, and Jenks flew backward as he laughed with the sound of tinkling bells. Both he and Ivy would be able to hear both ends of the conversation with their better hearing, and I crossed my ankles, feeling only a twinge from my knees. “Well, well, well. A coven member is playing secretary for me? I kind of like that.” Vivian had to have seen that it was a known number, but “Ice” probably hadn’t meant anything to her.

“Morgan!” the woman barked, followed by a muffled exclamation and a demand to pass the phone. I took a breath to say something, waiting at the distant yelp of pain.

“You’re dead, demon witch. Dead!” Brooke shouted, probably having wrestled the phone from Vivian. “You signed your death warrant when you spilled coven blood. You, Saladan, and whoever that was in the hall with you—all of you are dead!”

“Sure. Okay,” I said with more confidence than I felt. “You go ahead and bring charges against Lee. I’m sure his lawyers would love that. What was it, Brooke? Kidnapping? Forcing him to summon a demon? You might be able to hide me in a hole, but Lee will be missed. You want to speak with him? He’s in my living room.”

I could almost see her jaw clench as she said with clipped words, “I can make people disappear, Morgan. I don’t care if you’re God! You don’t scare me.”

Jenks was hovering a foot in front of me, and he made a motion to get on with it.

“Look, I’m not going to use up my roommate’s minutes arguing with you,” I said. “I only wanted to let you know that Al took his name back. If you summon me, you’ll get him instead, so I’d advise against it.” And I got rid of a demon mark, la, la, la-a, la, la-a-a, la.

“Demon scum whore. I’ll give you a lobotomy myself, with a fucking ice pick!”

Ivy’s eyebrows rose, and Jenks grinned. “Oooh, nice manners, babe!” he said loudly.

I sighed, wishing I’d just kept my mouth shut and let them figure it out for themselves. Lee came back in, quiet as he set the phone in the cradle and stood listening. It was embarrassing to have my baggage displayed like this, but he knew it all already.

“You’re dead, Morgan!” Brooke shouted. “Dead!”

Faint in the background, I heard Vivian. “I’m not going after her alone again. I almost killed six people, Brooke. Innocents. You want her? You catch her.”