He snorted, and Jenks landed atop one of the nearby monuments, the sun glinting prettily through his wings. “‘Thanks a helluva lot,’” he mocked. “What did I tell you? Oblivious, clueless, and bitchy. You should have left her there till noon.”

I tried to wring salt water out of my hair, ticked off. It had been almost eight years since anyone had nailed me like this. My fingers froze, and my attention jerked to the rest of the graveyard, misty and golden in the rising sun. “Where’s Ceri?”

Keasley bent painfully to tuck a folding chair under his arm. “At home. Crying.”

Guilt hit me, and I looked at the graveyard’s wall as if I could see his house through it. “I’m sorry,” I said, remembering her shocked look when I had shoved her down. Oh, God, Ivy.

I stiffened as if to run, and Jenks got in my face, rocking me back. “No, Rachel!” he yelled. “This isn’t some jackass movie. If you go after Piscary, you’re going to be dead! You make one move to leave, I’m gonna pix you, then give you a lobotomy. I ought to pix you anyway, you stupid witch! What the hell is wrong with you?”

My urge to run to my car died. He was right. Keasley was watching me with his hand hidden suspiciously in the wide pocket of his jacket. My eyes rose from it to his face, wrinkled with intelligence. Ceri had once called him a retired warrior. I was way past believing her. He had pulled that trigger last night with too much familiarity. If I was going in to get Ivy away from Piscary, I was going to have to plan it.

Depressed, I crossed my arms and leaned against the grave marker. In the distance was a group of about ten people jumping the stone wall to get off the property. I bristled, then relaxed. It was holy ground, and I hadn’t been the only one scared.

“Sorry about last night,” I said. “I wasn’t thinking. It’s just…” My mind flashed back to Ivy last year, numb as she lay shaking under her covers, telling me how Piscary had raped her mind and body in an effort to convince her to kill me. My face went cold, and I swallowed my fear. “Is Ceri okay?” I managed. I had to get Ivy away from him.

Dark eyes sharp, Keasley harrumphed as if aware I was still teetering. “Yes,” he said, his bent posture shifting to hold his chair more firmly. “She’s okay. I’ve never seen her like this, though. Embarrassed that she tried to stop you using her magic.”

“I shouldn’t have shoved her.” Stiffly I retrieved the radio and my pillow, wet from dew.

“Actually, that was one thing you did right.”

The radio thunked into the empty bucket. “Huh?”