Ivy took a bite and shook her head. “Just shake him up,” she said around her full mouth. “Maybe if he sees our ad for pixy backup, he’ll talk to us.”

Frowning, I sat down in my spot and slouched, extending my legs to put my bare feet on her unused chair. “I doubt it. It would be just like him to tell us to take a flying leap.”

Ivy lifted one shoulder and let it fall. “It’s not like we can do anything until spring.”

“I suppose.” God, this was depressing. I had to find a way to apologize to Jenks. Maybe if I sent him a clown-delivered telegram. Maybe if I was the clown. “I’ll talk to him again,” I said. “Take him some honey. Maybe if I get him drunk, he’ll forgive me for being such an ass.”

“I’ll pick some up while I’m out,” she offered. “I saw some gourmet honey made from Japanese cherry blossoms.” Dumping the water from the thermos, she refilled it with the entire carafe of coffee, sealing the heavenly scent in metal and glass.

Biting back my disappointment, I pulled my feet off her chair. Obviously she had been thinking about how to soothe Jenks’s pride as well. “So where are you going this late with a thermos of coffee, a bag of stakes, and that sword?” I asked.

Ivy leaned against the counter with the sleek grace of a black panther, the half-eaten bagel perched on her finger tips. “I have to lean on some uppity vamps. Keep them up past their bedtime. The sword is for show, the stakes to remember me by, and the coffee is for me.”

I made a face, imagining just how nasty it could be to have Ivy keep you up. Especially if she applied herself. But then my eyes widened as I put two and two together. “You’re doing this for Piscary?” I said, sure I was right when she turned to look out the window.

“Yup.”

Silently I waited, hoping she’d say something. She didn’t. I ran my attention over her, taking in her closed posture. “Your dad worked something out?” I hinted.

She sighed and turned to me. “As long as I handle Piscary’s affairs, the bastard won’t be dipping into my head.” She looked at her half-eaten bagel. Frowning, she clacked her boots to the trash and threw it away.