His words cut off, and I finished it for him. “Demons?” I said, wincing in sympathy. “The coven doesn’t know Trent’s dad fixed you, do they?” I asked, realizing why Lee looked so tense in his rumpled suit. Lee shook his head, and I touched his shoulder in support. “Lee, even if they find out, you can’t pass on the cure. Your kids are going to be okay. They will be carriers, but that’s it. Besides, Trent won’t tell the coven about you. The only reason he told them about me was to force me to come to the elf side.”

“The what?” Lee asked, looking confused as well as relieved.

Ivy clicked her pen in quick succession. “Trent told the coven she could invoke demon magic to convince her to sign a lifetime contract with him.”

Squinting, Lee said, “I’m not following you.”

Huffing, I rolled my eyes. “Trent told the coven that he can control me since his dad helped make me, and that there’s no reason to kill me if he has legal responsibility for me.”

“He can’t control you,” Lee scoffed, and I bobbed my head.

“I know! He’s doing it because he’s ticked about the familiar bond we have. He says if I own him in the ever-after, then he’s going to own me here.” I was starting to get mad just thinking about it, and I crossed my arms over my middle and fumed.

“Sounds like Trent,” Lee said, shaking his head in amusement. “You going to sign it?”

“No, she’s not going to sign it,” Ivy said. “We’re going to get the coven to back off.”

How, I didn’t know right now. I was just trying to survive.

Ivy, though, was eying Lee in suspicion. “Maybe you were the one who told the coven Rachel could invoke demon magic,” she said tightly. “To buy your own freedom.”

“What, and have them target me next?” he said, and I nodded my agreement. Lee wouldn’t tell. Not in a hundred years. Not newly married as he was. Jeez.

“You need a ride?” I asked, knowing better than to confront Trent in my current state, but hey, if there was an excuse …

“I’ve got a driver coming,” he said, his hands unclenching. “You got this okay?”

I nodded. “How good are your lawyers?”

“Better than Trent’s,” he said, smiling. I thought it weird that Lee and Trent were still friends, even after Lee had tried to blow up Trent. But after Trent left him for three days in the camp cistern, I guess all bets were off. I guess it was no weirder than my having saved Trent when I hated him.

Jenks buzzed back in, his wings sparkling with rain. “There’s a black car out front,” he said, and Lee adjusted his coat as if getting ready to leave.