I looked up when Ivy shifted closer. “Rachel, I don’t care if you sleep with the guy, but do it fast and get it over with. He’s going to get you killed. He won’t mean to, but he will. People die around him.”

People die around me, too. Depressed, I let my foot hit the rug. “I’ll be careful.” Eyes rising, I found hers pinched in an inner pain. “I’ll be careful, okay?”

She stood up as I did, her smile thin. “Okay.”

I’ll ask him about it. Get the whole story, I thought, feeling refreshed in my clean clothes and the entire night spreading out before me. I’m in control and not upset. I can work with this.

“Do we have anything to eat?” I asked, thinking about the now-useless sleepy-time charms I’d made last night. “I’ve got spelling to do tonight.” Maybe find one that lowered your blood pressure. “I have an idea of how to get Trent and the coven off my back.”

Ivy gave me a look before opening my door. “The coven isn’t going to give up on you.”

“I have to try,” I said as I followed her down the dark hallway. Pierce was talking to Jenks behind my closed bathroom door, and my chest tightened. Good thing I didn’t like him.

“I’ll talk to Rynn,” Ivy said, her voice wispy as she entered the kitchen and thunked the light on with her elbow. “Maybe he’ll help now. Sending fairies to burn our church isn’t right.”

“My idea doesn’t involve Rynn Cormel,” I drawled as I headed for the fridge. Coming out with a carton of cottage cheese, I caught the spoon that Ivy threw me. “Do you have David’s cell number? I need him to bird-dog some legal stuff for me.”

Ivy smiled. “Way ahead of you,” she said as she went to her computer.

I shoveled a huge spoonful of cottage cheese into my mouth, eyes closing in bliss at the soft bite. God, I was hungry.

But my eyes flew open at a soft tremble from under my feet. Ivy’s eyebrows rose, and then a rumble rolled over the church like distant thunder. From the belfry, the bell bonged, and a shiver cascaded through me. The big mojo amulet on my bag flashed red, then went quiet. Holy crap. Someone had just rung the bells.

The bathroom door crashed open, and from the back of the church, I heard Ceri’s steps as she came in from the garden. Jenks flew in, his dust carrying a hint of gray, but his wings were bright red in excitement. “It wasn’t me!” I said as the pixy landed on the center island counter.

“That was an explosion!” Jenks said.