Sidereal’s lips were pulled back in a long-toothed grimace, and his expression was cross. I wondered if he’d had the same thought when he turned away, hissing. “Schhhhsssss. The coven is right. You’re a black witch. Cursing yourself to save a pixy.”

“The coven is a bunch of jealous hacks,” I said, not believing it but enjoying hearing the words come out of my mouth. “What’s the point of being able to do all this if you don’t do anything to help your friends? I’m not hurting anyone but myself by getting small. His wife just died, and he needs someone to hold him. And how can you call them animals when they pine to death when the other one dies?” Oh God. Jenks, we need you. Don’t follow Matalina just yet. She wanted you to live.

“Your kindness hurts, witch,” Sidereal said bitterly, stretching a hand behind him to hold a new pain. “It hurt my people when you saved us from death, and it will hurt the pixy. You are truly a demon.”

My face warmed, and I barked, “Who asked you?” I wasn’t hurting Jenks, was I? Should I just let him die with Matalina? Was I being selfish? Maybe … maybe a pixy loved so deeply that to continue on would be hell?

Sidereal’s black eyes squinted at me as my face went cold, but the creak of the back door turned me around. Adrenaline pulsed as Pierce came out. Ivy was behind him, and then Ceri. Anxious, I stood and wiped my hands off on my jeans. “Where’s the other one?” I asked, seeing only two potion vials in Pierce’s hand. Ivy winced, and I got it. “You aren’t going?”

Ivy took a vial from Pierce and handed it to me. “I saw what went into it,” she said as she gave me a hug. My eyes closed and I felt the tears prick again. There was worry for me in her touch. “I can’t do this,” she whispered, sounding ashamed. “You can.”

Why wasn’t I surprised? “Am I making a mistake?” I asked her, miserable about Matalina, but wanting to keep Jenks alive.

Ivy shook her head. Seeing it, Ceri cleared her throat for my attention. “The curses need to be invoked,” she said, and I took the finger stick she was extending.

Invoked with demon blood since they were curses. Numb, I snapped the top off the finger stick with my thumb and pricked it in one smooth motion, practice making it easy. The wind ruffled my hair as I massaged the digit, three drops plopping first into my vial, then Pierce’s. The scent of redwood blossomed, but my face went cold in the slight breeze when I thought I smelled a hint of burnt amber. No one else seemed to notice it.

Damn it, how much more proof do I need?