“That’s it!” Ellasbeth shouted, and the holy guy snapped his book shut and took a step back. “Trenton, I’ve put up with your little tart of a witch in my bathtub. I put up with your insisting she be in my wedding. But her arresting you just to stop our marriage is intolerable!”

She was royally pissed, and I yanked a pliant Trent from his groomsmen. Quen moved, then leapt backward, a flash of dragonfly wings between us. Al was laughing in big, booming guffaws, but I didn’t see anything funny. Except maybe the witch-in-his-bathtub comment.

“Rachel—” Trent’s words cut off, and his beautiful face went indignant at the twin clicks of metal ratcheting about his wrist. Quen tried to outflank Jenks, his pockmarked face dark with anger when Jenks stopped him, an arrow pointed at his eye.

“Try me, Quen,” the pixy said, and the congregation went silent.

Trent stood with his cuffed hands before him. “Uh, uh, uh,” I mocked, picking up my shoulder bag and getting ready to bug on out of here. “Trent, remind Quen what happens if he interferes with me. I’ve got a warrant.” Oh, yeah. Turning to Trent, I said, “You have the right to remain silent, but I doubt you will. You have the right to an attorney, which I imagine Quen will be calling soon. If you can’t afford one, hell has frozen over and I’m the princess of Oz, but in that case, one will be appointed to you. You understand your rights that the entire congregation of Cincy’s finest has heard me recite?”

Green eyes angry, he nodded. Satisfied, I tugged his shoulder and started him toward the steps. Trent’s mix of anger, shock, and disbelief gave away to anger. “Call the appropriate lawyer,” he was saying to Quen as I dragged him. “Ellasbeth, this won’t take long.”

“Yeah, call your lawyer,” I echoed, scooping up the focus.

Al’s laugher echoed up into the rafters. I hesitated, waiting for the windows to break or something. There was an evil delight to it, and it seemed to free the seated people from their shock. They burst into a sudden noise of conversation, startling me. Ivy’s face remained blank. Beside her, Piscary, too, was wide-eyed, trying to wrap his thoughts around this. Takata was worried, and Mr. Ray and Mrs. Sarong were arguing vehemently.

“Jenks!” I shouted, not wanting to walk down that aisle alone.

And suddenly he was with me. “Got your back, Rache,” he said, his wings snapping with excitement, flying backward with his arrow still aimed at Quen. “Let’s go.”