Yet I couldn’t help but wonder. First the coven trying to talk to me, and now Trent? Fishing for more, I rolled my neck against the top of the chair and looked at the ceiling. “I’m not working for you, Trent. Forget it.”

The soft sound of a linen envelope against silk caught my attention, and I sat up as he extended an envelope he’d taken from an inner pocket of his suit. I looked at it like the snake it was. I’d gotten envelopes from him before. Slowly I leaned forward. My fingers didn’t shake at all as I pulled the unsealed flap open and removed a heavyweight trifolded paper. Silently I scanned it, finding a casually worded, but probably more-serious-than-a-heart-attack contract that said I would work for Kalamack Industries and only Kalamack Industries. Forever. God, what was wrong with the man? Did he think everyone put money before morals like he did?

I dropped my hand to dangle the paper inches from the dirty tile. “I just said I wasn’t going to work a job for you,” I said softly, too tired of his games to be mad. “What makes you think I’ll sign this? Be your witch? What happened to Dr. Anders? I’ve seen your retirement plan, Trent. Is she pushing up rare orchids in your gardens?”

Irritation furrowed his brow as he stooped to take the paper. Immediately I let go of it, and the sheet slid under my chair and out of his easy reach. Trent pulled back, peeved. “Dr. Anders is busy in the labs,” he said.

“You mean she’s too old to kick ass.”

A smile showed, real and unexpected. “I prefer to say she is sedentary.”

My focus blurred, my expression slipping into disgust and anger, not at Trent, but at myself for having mishandled the last year or so to the point where I was shunned and broke, living through the grace of my friends. “Trent …”

He leaned back against the desk, but I couldn’t tell if his worry was real or contrived. “You’re in trouble, and you don’t even know it.”

My thoughts went to the pin in my bag. Uncomfortable, I glanced out the open door, not wanting the office to hear this, but not wanting to be shut in a room with him either. If you only knew the half of it … “I’m sitting in an FIB office while my partner posts my bail,” I said tightly. “I think I know I’m in trouble.”

“I’m talking about the coven of moral and ethical standards,” he said, and I couldn’t help my start. “We had lunch. Rachel, I swear I didn’t tell them what you are. They already knew.”

The fear turned into a solid lump and fell to my gut. What I am? “You slimy little toad!” I whispered as I stood. Trent was on his feet in an instant, but he didn’t back up. “You told them!” I exclaimed softly, hands in fists. “You told the coven I could invoke demon magic!” No wonder they were trying to snag me! Snag me, hell, they were going to freaking kill me!