My heart seemed to stop. I stared at Trent, reading his own surprise and anger. I couldn’t remember how to breathe, and I forced my lungs to work. Nick? Nick had told them?

My thoughts jerked back to the circle in his apartment and the two strikes on the demon mark on his shoulder. Undoubtedly that was how he found out. God! Nick must have thought I was a fool when I asked for his help to steal from Trent. And Trent had looked even more stupid, trying to do an end run with Nick to catch me. Nick had played both of us off against each other, not once, but twice.

“You’re both idiots,” Oliver said, as if delighting in the fact that we were so dumb. “Two people so intent on getting the best of each other that you can be manipulated into anything.”

Damn it, he was right. My eyes closed in a long blink, and I loosened my clenched jaw, trying hard not to show my growing anger. Maybe I’ll have to make another excursion into Trent’s compound tonight and find Nick.

“Nick is gone,” Trent said, voice hard as he answered my unspoken thought. “He slipped my guards yesterday before I … went for my evening ride.”

Before he rode for me, I thought, shivering as the anger Trent felt for Nick landed on me.

“I never—I didn’t know,” Trent almost whispered, clearly upset as his fingers twitched. Stilling his hands, he flicked his gaze to the statue at my elbow. “I’ll give you until the witch conference to resolve the issue of the mark between us,” he said suddenly. “If my mark isn’t gone by then, this starts up again.”

I swallowed my own anger at Nick for later. “Fair enough,” I said, feeling stupid and mad at myself.

Trent’s gaze dropped to the table. “Can I have my statue?”

My breath came in fast. “Oh! Yes,” I said, having forgotten about it. Using two fingers, I pushed it across the table. Trent took it, shoving it into a pocket, the tips of his ears reddening.

Settling back, I laced my hands and set them atop the table and looked at Oliver, my anger at Nick still making my features tight and pissed. The coven leader was smug, and it irritated me. “I don’t have a statue for you, but I’ve got a pocketful of silence,” I said. “How about it? I drop my claim of corruption in the coven, and you drop me completely. Shunning. Death threats. Everything.” God, if I ever get Nick alone, I swear I’m going to give him to Al before whatever demon he’s been summoning takes him.

Oliver snickered, thinking that my being stupid gave him the advantage. “Don’t think so. You’re a black witch.” Chin high, he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’d rather kill you.”