“So stay here with me.” He was slicing more cheese, his broad back to me as he worked. I could almost imagine sharp-edged, shiny wings. “I’m touched that you came to my rescue. And with nothing but a pain amulet. You are either truly overconfident or truly stupid.”

“I didn’t rescue you,” I said quickly.

The fire snapped as he wiped his fingers on a white towel, casual and totally out of character. There was enough cheese for two, and I eyed it hungrily. “Looks to me like you did,” he said. “It has been untold ages since I worked with anyone like that. I’d quite forgotten. It does give one a thrill, not knowing what might happen.”

My held breath slipped out, and I frowned. “Okay, maybe I did,” I admitted, “but I did it because I need you to find Nick, fast. Can you give me a locator curse?” I asked. Crap, this was risky. Asking Al for help was easy, like a wish, and you always paid for those in the ass.

Al tested the toasted bread between a finger and a thumb. “Rush, rush, rush. You have no need for haste anymore. Tell me your ideas while we eat. There’s always time for coffee.”

I grimaced at my cup, and he put the fork back, clearly not happy with the brownness of the bread. I didn’t say anything, and he finally rose, standing so the flames warmed him. “It’s been a bitch since Pierce left to watch you. I’ve had to do my own cooking. I hope you don’t mind cheese sandwiches. It’s all I know how to make.”

With the toast done on one side, I thought, eying it as my stomach rumbled again, and I sat up to hide the sound. Elbows on my knees, I hung my head, going over my plan and trying to decide how much to tell him. It was Trent’s idea, thanks to his Pandora charm. “I need to be charged with a crime,” I started.

Al laughed as he shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. “I can think of a few. Let’s start with uncommon stupidity for jumping the lines untrained.”

My head came up, and I frowned. “I managed it, though, didn’t I? I’m serious. The press is always watching me, so I may as well use that to my advantage. I need to be caught at some crime that is both spectacular and relatively harmless, something that people will fall in love with, maybe see as noble. Nick is the perfect choice.”

“Noble,” Al said, taking up two of the forks. “Like a new modern-day Robin Hood.”

Yeee-haaaa. “If the press is paparazzing me, the coven can’t tuck me away in Alcatraz.”