I looked at the paper on the table between us. Remain as I was? Cold, miserable, and a continent away from home? “Let’s just say I took a stupid pill this morning, and I sign your paper. What will I be? Soldier? Broodmare?”

The woman smiled. “Motherhood is a noble profession.”

My chin went up, and I nodded. “I never said it wasn’t, but anything that comes from me will be baby-snatched by demons, Brooke sweetie.”

“Way ahead of you,” she said, the pen she took from her purse clicking onto the table. “You will become an egg donor,” the woman said, unable to hide her eager look. “The demons would never know. You could even adopt one of your own kids. I’m going to.”

She wanted one of my unborn children? Parcel my progeny out to the highest bidder? “You are disgusting,” I said, but all I got from her was a bemused expression. She took a breath, and I raised my cuffed hands to stop her next words. “What time is it?” I asked, and her expression became annoyed.

“Three fifteen,” she said, wiry arm shifting so she could glance at her watch.

Sighing, I sank back into the rank cushions. Almost time. “Brooke, I’m already gone. The only reason I tried to get away from you boneheads earlier was because I wanted a couple of hours to see the sights before I headed home. Crooked Street maybe. Or Treasure Island. That sweet little bridge you’re all so fond of. I can’t say I like the Alcatraz tour, though. It’s a little too realistic.”

Brooke snorted to show her disbelief. “We are surrounded by salt water. There are no ley lines on the island. A very expensive ward keeps witches from jumping in for a rescue. Even if you could tap a line through a familiar, which I know you don’t have, you wear charmed silver.”

“This?” I held up my hands to show the link on my pulped wrist. It had my name on it, and a freaking serial number. “This is really pretty,” I said, dropping my arm. “But, Brooke, sweetheart, you can’t hold me.” Any time, Ivy.

“I think we can.” Confidence showed as she leaned back in the tatty chair.

I shook my head, smiling. “No, you can’t. It’s almost sunrise in Cincinnati. You know what happens when the sun rises? The lines close to summoning traffic. Oh, you can still get around with them, but a summons won’t work. And you know what’s going to happen just before then?” Brooke’s expression was empty, but then she got it.

“You can’t jump by line,” she said, voice loud. “You’re cut off.”

I leaned forward, the beating, the humiliation, and the indignity of being locked in a metal closet all day falling from me to leave only a bitter satisfaction. “I’m not a demon,” I said softly. “But I’m in their system.”

A sneeze shook me, and a quiver grew in my middle. I was going home. “You should have come to talk to me,” I said, wishing I could cross my knees and look smug. “I really am a nice person most times, but you just pissed me off.”