The first potion in the tiny vial had been sensitized from a page of one of my newer ley-line textbooks, written by Dr. Anders. The second had a chunk of Ceri’s smashed teacup, and the third, a strand of hair from the Pandora charm that Trent sent me. The rope had been made from his horse’s tail, and it was probably the best focusing object of the lot. Getting Ivy to take hers wasn’t going to be fun.

That there were only three curses hadn’t escaped Pierce’s notice. He wasn’t coming. We had too many people running this job to begin with, and someone needed to stay home and watch Jenks’s kids. And he was a babysitter.

Pierce hung the dry spell pot up over the center counter, and Ivy stood, a hint of sexual dominance in her as she went to the fridge. “Trent’s compound isn’t one of your pantywaist museums,” she said as she yanked open the door. “You’ve never been in there. He has redundant systems on his redundant systems. Quen’s been studying pixies for at least six months. He’s got something for them by now.”

I crouched at the center counter to put my books away, not feeling at all guilty that most of them were demon texts. Quen probably had something for doppelgänger charms now, too, since I’d shown him my skill last Halloween, but what was on the counter now weren’t charms, but curses. Na-na. Na-na. Na-a-a-a-a, na.

Nick cleared his throat, and I could almost feel the tension spike, but it was Jenks who took offense. “You telling me I can’t do this?” he said with a shadow of expected indignation.

Orange juice in hand, Ivy softened as she nudged the fridge shut. “No. I’m saying I want a plan for when it goes wrong. This is Trent. I know you’re good.” She looked at Jax and exhaled softly. “But you don’t get second chances with Kalamack.” Leaning back against the counter, she drank right from the container, her cast making it awkward. “Right, Rachel?”

I stood from putting my spell books away, not happy about the reminder of my stint as a mink in Trent’s office. I shrugged, and Nick said, “Just because your plans are inherently flawed doesn’t mean mine won’t work.”

“Flawed?” Ivy’s fingers tightened until I thought the container would cave.

“Guys!” I said, setting three caps by the open vials. Demon magic. I was going to pay for this in spades, but if I was going to use black magic to save my friends, then I was going to use it to save my own ass. “Can we find a plan you both like? It’s almost dark.”