Dali crossed his arms, looking more confident as several more demons misted in beside the first. “Why should I help you? She fixed my line. My rooms won’t be shrinking when the sun comes up.”

“But she was the one who broke them!” Ku’Sox glanced nervously at the accumulating demons between us and the waning moon.

“Did she?” Dali’s head tilted, and the demons popping in one by one discussed.

Breath held, I did a mental count. Dali’s line was the one running through Trent’s compound? I looked at Trent, seeing his pale face as he figured it out as well. On my shoulder, Bis squirmed. He’d chosen what lines we jumped to with precision—mine, Newt’s, Dali’s . . . and Al’s?

“You are blind fools!” Ku’Sox paced in the fading light from Trent’s and my last joined magic. “If she doesn’t die before the sun rises and the energy tide shifts, you will lose too much, and the ever-after will fall regardless of whose lines get fixed.”

“Then kill her and let’s get on with it,” Newt said, making Al scowl at her pleasant smile. “I tried already, and she hit me.”

“Hey, would any of you mind if I go take care of a few things and get back to you in about an hour?” I said loudly, then ducked when Ku’Sox sent a token shot of energy at us.

It hit the barrier and was absorbed cleanly, making the surrounding demons buzz with interest.

Trent leaned close, whispering, “I think it’s funny how they keep trying to kill you when all you want to do is save them.”

“Happens to me all the time,” I said wryly, and he chuckled.

“Me too.”

A feeling of shared kinship darted through me, lighting both our thoughts, and Bis seemed to warm.

“I need your help,” Ku’Sox growled, pacing forward. “I can’t best her when she’s with an elf. The sun will be up soon, and by then it will be too late.”

The demons behind Dali didn’t like that, but Newt was undeterred. “Perhaps Rachel can.”

We had to get this done, and get it done now. Trent had the drive to kill Ku’Sox. I had the power, but neither of us had the skill to best a demon taught the arts of war. Blinking, I brought my head up, finding Al waiting, a devious smile on his face, his bound hands held out to me. Al did. My eyes went to his hands, and his gloves misted out of existence to show his wedding rings. Perhaps the three of us could actually do something.

“We need Al,” I whispered as Ku’Sox paced up and down, raging at us.

“Don’t be foolish. We can’t even get to him,” Trent muttered back.