“You don’t think I tried?” Jenks angled his sword until the cookie was at his face. His expression thoughtful, he nibbled a corner off the cookie, looking like Willy Wonka eating an umbrella. “The little turd kept spitting on me. All the way across the Tink-blasted garden. They have better hearing than even Jrixibell.”

I squinted up at the glass ceiling, bored. “I’ll ask him tonight when he wakes up.” I hadn’t wanted to interfere, but if he was still there . . .

“I think they’re spying on us.” Wiping his mouth, Jenks put the nibbled cookie back over his head, resting his sword on his shoulder.

“They have a right to be concerned.” Where in hell are Trent and Ellasbeth? My foot began to bob. “Bis went ape when Al cut off his contact with the ley lines. Can you imagine what might happen if they collapse?” Foot slowing, I thought about that. Maybe I could ask for their help. They might know something the demons didn’t, something that wasn’t written down.

Spinning on a heel, Jenks took a breath to say something, then hesitated when the cookie sailed off the tip of his sword and smack-pattered into the surrounding greenery. There was a rustle and hiss of delight, and I wondered if he’d done it intentionally, tasting it first so they wouldn’t think it was treachery.

“Piss on my daisies, we have to save the demons!” he said, his eyebrows high when my attention came back to him. “I’m not going to let Bis go crazy.”

Ignoring his foul mouth, I set three cookies on the retaining wall. Seriously, how did my life get so screwed up that I was giving cookies to fairies and busting my ass to save the demons?

The faint tap-tap of shoes coming down the path caught my attention, and I sat up. “It’s about bloody time,” I whispered, moving back to my chair before they could round the corner. But it was only Trent, and I watched as his somber silhouette moved slowly through the greenery, his fingers reaching out but not touching the plants in passing like they were old friends. I don’t think he even knew he was doing it. His stance was upright, and he managed a faint, worried smile. Something was different.

“Where’s Ellasbeth?”

“Waiting for coffee,” he said, his green eyes meeting mine for a bare instant. “She doesn’t like Earl Grey.” His fixed smile grew even more stiff. “I’d have rather looked at the book out here, but do you mind coming in?” He looked at Jenks. “Both of you?”

Immediately I stood. “Sure. No problem.”

His smile was a shade forced, and he shook his head when I reached for the tray. “You can leave it.” His focus came to me, and he took a cookie before he turned back up the path. “Is that a new outfit? It looks nice on you.”