And he was huge, having retained his entire human mass. His head would come to my shoulder, I’d guess. Black silky fur, more like hair, shifted in the cold wind. His ears were flat against his head, and an impossibly low warning growl came from him. Feet the size of my spread hands dug into the snow as he barred our way. He gave an indescribably deep warning bark, and Al chuckled. Lights were coming on in adjacent houses and curtains were being peeked around. “She’s legally mine,” Al said lightly. “I’m carting her home. Don’t even try.”

Al started down the street, leaving me torn between screaming for help and admitting I was a gonner. A car was coming, its lights throwing everything into stark relief. “Good, doggie,” Al muttered as we passed David with a good ten feet between us. Looking harsh in the light from the headlamps, David bowed his head, and I wondered if he had given up, knowing he could do nothing. But then his head came up and he started after us.

“David, there’s nothing you can do! David, no!” I shrieked when his slow lope shifted into a full run. Eyes lost in a killing frenzy, he barreled right for me. Sure, I didn’t want to be pulled into the ever-after, but I didn’t want to be dead, either.

Swearing, Al turned around. “Vacuefacio,” he said, his white-gloved hand outstretched.

I twisted on his shoulder to see. A black ball of force shot from him, meeting David’s silent attack two feet in front of us. David’s huge feet skidded, but he ran right into it. Yelping, he rolled, tumbling into a snow pile. The scent of singed hair rose and was gone.

“David!” I cried, not feeling the cold that pinched me. “Are you all right?”

I yelped as Al dumped me on the ground, a blocky hand squeezing my shoulder until I cried out in pain. The thick sheet of compressed snow on the pavement melted up through me, and my rear went numb with hurt and cold. “Idiot,” Al grumbled to himself. “You’ve got a familiar, why by your mother’s ashes aren’t you using her?”

He smiled at me, thick eyebrows high in anticipation. “Ready to work, Rachel, love?”

My breath froze in me. Panicking, I stared up at him, feeling my face go pale and my eyes go wide. “Please don’t,” I whispered.

He grinned all the wider. “Hold this for me,” he said.