My chest hurt. It wasn’t the medical people, at least. Maybe the dissension I’d seen in the coven chamber was deeper than I thought. A three A.M. meeting couldn’t be sanctioned. She was here on her own.

“I’m not going in there,” Brooke said, louder this time when a guard protested. “Bring her out. I’ll talk to her in that excuse of a library you have.”

There was a moment of muted conversation, then a masculine, “She is your boss’s boss, you cretin! Get her out!” echoed dully.

A flashlight panned over me. “Out,” someone ordered, and I shuffled into the light, feeling very … orange. The dried coffee on my jumpsuit looked like old blood, and I lifted my chin when Brooke looked me up and down, lingering on my swollen, cuffed wrists. The sprig of heather in her Möbius-strip pin had wilted, and I felt a pinch of worry when I noticed the same shape embroidered on all the guards’ collars. Jeez, they had their own prison?

“Can you walk, Rachel?” she asked.

“It’s Ms. Morgan, if you don’t mind,” I said, leaning against the wall. My stomach hurt and I was almost dizzy from the pain in my knees.

“The inmates aren’t allowed in the library, Madam Coven Leader,” one of the guards protested weakly, and she spun, giving him a nasty look.

“I’m not going to sit on your ugly little chairs and talk to her through plastic. The woman is cuffed. She is wearing charmed silver. She isn’t going to hit me or take me hostage. She can hardly stand up, thanks to you. Rachel, this way.”

“I told you, it’s Ms. Morgan.” Head down and my lank hair falling into my eyes, I shuffled after her. Crap, I could hardly move, and a sudden nausea made me glad I hadn’t eaten. It would have been nice if someone had offered me a pain amulet, but we were surrounded by salt water. Besides, it would ruin the beating they’d given me.

The guards were not happy, but one jumped to open doors and clear the way. I looked back at my cell to see if Bis was still in there. Someone had tacked SUNSHINE over the door. Ha, ha. “What time is it?” I asked Brooke as she waited for me to catch up. I felt as if I was a hundred and sixty years old, but the hope that I’d shortly be in Ivy’s black tub full of hot water kept me moving.

The woman’s low heels clicked as I followed her into the main building. “A little after three,” she said, sniffing. “God, it stinks like bad sushi in here.”

Most of the inmates we passed were either in bed or sitting on top of their covers waiting for lights out. A whisper went out like a wave among them as they saw us. If it was after three here, then it was after six at home. Take into account the difference in latitude, and the sun was indeed about to rise in Cincy. A quiver of anticipation shot through me, and I walked a little straighter. The lines in Cincy were about to close to summoning, though if you knew how, you could still jump them no matter what time of day it was.