The door beeped, and Nick barely got out of the way as Ivy yanked it open. “I say we return the favor and get the hell out of here,” she said as Jenks flew in, sword bared and his dust a dismal blue. Something bad had happened. Where is Jax?

I carefully lowered Marcie to the floor, rising up mad enough to plow my fist right between his smiling teeth as Nick backed out of Ivy’s easy reach. He was still Ku’Sox’s toy. I could tell. “What are you doing down here?” Nick said idly, his head tilted so he could eye a row of artifacts and me at the same time.

Jenks landed on Ivy’s shoulder, clearly distressed. “Can we just get out of here?”

But I didn’t have the rings yet, and at a loss, I shook my head.

Nick’s smile widened. “Don’t have what you came for?” he mocked, running a finger on a glass case to leave an obvious mark.

“You got Pierce and Ceri killed,” I accused. “How dare you smile at me.”

His smile vanished, but I couldn’t tell if his sudden contriteness was real or contrived. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know he was going to kill them.”

“He’s a psychotic demon!” I shouted, then lowered my voice when Jenks’s wings hummed a warning and he darted into the hall. “He doesn’t need a reason to kill people, just a reason not to. You are one dumb warlock,” I said with a sneer. “Ku’Sox is going to kill you, too.”

Nick chuckled, tugging his sleeves down to cover his cuffs. On Trent, it looked good; on him, it looked nervous. “Ku’Sox needs me.” Hands on his knees, he leaned over the case of rings. “Mmm. Riffletic rings? I understand they were pulled. Weren’t they the elven wedding bands? Seriously?” He straightened. “Better than chastity, I suppose.”

Ivy had inched closer, and seeing it, Nick shook his head, stopping her. He still belonged to Ku’Sox, and I didn’t want the demon showing up. If we were going to take Nick out, it would have to be fast. But I didn’t know if that really mattered anymore. My plan was royally flushed. Ku’Sox wasn’t stupid. Three seconds after Nick told him what we were after, he would have it figured out. Maybe I could make that work for me.

“Ku’Sox doesn’t need you,” I said caustically, and Nick looked up from the display as if I was being stupid. “Or maybe I should say he won’t. Thanks to Trent, those Rosewood babies don’t need your lame enzymes. The only reason he hasn’t eaten you yet is because you’re spying on me.”

Nick smiled as if giving a benediction. “As I said, he needs me.”