And I closed my eyes, shutting out the world as I hammered the thought home. I wanted something lasting with Ivy. Yes, this spring I had come to grips with the idea that I’d probably moved into the church unconsciously hoping she’d bite me. True, I had beaten her off a few times before in fear, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it anymore if the van incident this spring was any indication. I made no apology for wanting to try to find a blood balance with her. But only now did I realize what that meant. I was talking about a life commitment. Just because it might not involve sex didn’t make it any less important or lasting.

“No way, Rachel,” Edden said, and I stared in panic until I realized he was talking about my wanting Trent with us, not the possibility of Ivy and me together. Bound by blood and friendship. That it didn’t necessarily preempt a secondary, more traditional relationship with a man—with Kist?—only added to the scary factor.

Edden’s head tilted in confusion at my deer-in-the-headlights expression, and I dropped my gaze, feeling dizzy. Crap, why did I always pick the best times to figure things out?

“I need Trent there,” I said, pressing the focus to my middle. “If he doesn’t see me give this thing to Piscary, then it doesn’t do me any good.”

Edden grimaced, making his mustache stick out. “Quen can tell him.”

The door to Trent’s interrogation room opened, cutting our argument short. The FIB officer stopped, but it was too late, Trent had followed him out, accompanied by a second man in a suit. His lawyer, probably.

Trent looked totally unlike himself, yet nothing significant had changed. He was still dressed in his wedding finery, he still walked with grace, but there was an eerie wariness that had been absent before. His gaze fastened on mine with the usual intensity, but the edge of icy hatred was new. Disturbingly controlled, he drew himself upright, hiding the fatigue born of his efforts to lie his way out of his heinous crimes.

“Trent needs to be there,” I blurted, trying to muddle things more. “He’s a council member until proven guilty, and he needs to be present. This involves the city’s security. You want to wait around for someone else to show up? You’re pretty good if you think you can put a master vampire in a room with two alpha Weres, a demon, and a…a whatever Quen is,” I said, remembering to keep his elven heritage a secret.

“Rachel…” Edden warned, but I had given Trent all he needed.