The smooth finish of my scrying mirror slid into my arms, and he backed up, eyes running over me as if it might be the last time he’d ever see me. “We are such cowards,” he said softly, and then my breath sucked in as the line took me, my head exploding in pain. I think I passed out, because I didn’t remember hitting the hard red cement slab that covered Pierce’s grave in my backyard, but that’s where Al dropped me.

Sitting up, I rubbed my bruised hip, looking past the silent gargoyles perched around me as I pulled my scrying mirror to me. “Ah, hi,” I said as I got up, nervous and stinking of burnt amber. Leathery wings rustled, and red and gold eyes blinked. “I hope I didn’t disturb you,” I said as I edged onto holy ground, my hands touching the outside of my pockets to be sure I still had everything. I had reinvoked wild magic. Somehow I had done it. I had everything in place.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

I could feel gargoyle eyes on me as I began picking my way back to the church, taking the shortest path but giving their hulking shadows as much space as I could. The sun had gone down while I’d been in the ever-after, and I wondered if I had time to take a quick shower to get the stink of burnt amber off me before I started in on some charms. I wasn’t sure what would be the most helpful, seeing as Ku’Sox could take anything I could dish out and throw it back to me with four times the power.

“Don’t let me down, Trent,” I muttered, feeling as vulnerable as new skin. Damn it, why did I have to trust him? My life was a lot easier to understand when I didn’t.

Behind me, the gargoyles rumbled like elephants, and I ducked when a shadow arrowed over my head. It was a gargoyle, my first wild hope that it was Bis dying as she did a flip to lose her momentum and land atop a grave marker facing me. I knew she was female because her eyes were yellow and the tuft of fur at the tip of her tail was black instead of white. She was more slender than Bis, too, and had a definite grace to her motions as she resettled her wings.

“I thought you were Bis,” I said, trying to cover my surprise.

“I’m Glissando,” the young gargoyle said, her ears almost flat to her skull and her higher but gravelly voice rumbling. “Bis’s friend.”

Uneasy, I flicked my gaze behind her to the church, the glow from the uncurtained windows spilling out into the garden. “I’m sorry,” I said as my attention returned to her. “A demon—”