“I’d better leave you to handle this,” Kristof murmured. “Otherwise, I’ll be sorely tempted to slug this idiot, and I don’t think that’ll go over well with the Fates. Would you like me to go have a chat with our poltergeist friend?”

I nodded. “Please. If he did double-cross me—”

“I doubt it. You’re a good judge of character.”

“Yeah? I did a great job last night with that wolf-pirate.”

A tiny smile. “Ah, but you didn’t trust him, remember? You just gave him the benefit of the doubt. No, I’m sure Ross will be as surprised as we were to find he had the Nix in his midst. But I’ll test that theory with a little…interrogation.”

“Thanks.” Before he could leave, I reached for his arm. “And Kris?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for earlier. With the Nix.”

He smiled. “Anytime.”

I watched Kristof go. As he rounded the corner of the house, a jolt of alarm ran through me. Would Ross tell him about the poltergeist lessons we’d arranged? Shit. I hoped not. Kris had bit his tongue the day before, not asking why I knew so much about Ross. He didn’t need his suspicions confirmed now…and we didn’t need a reason to start arguing about Savannah again.

“Where is he going?” Trsiel asked.

“To interr—talk to Luther Ross. See whether he knew he was tutoring a Nix.”

Trsiel shook his head, anger falling from his face. “This isn’t a good idea, Eve. I know Kristof is your daughter’s father, and you’re obviously still close, but this is your quest. He can’t help. The Fates should have explained this to you.”

“The Fates sent Kris along to Lizzie Borden’s house with me. They must think it’s more important for me to catch this Nix, using whatever resources I have, rather than insist I fulfill my debt by myself.”

“It’s not that, Eve. It’s—you can’t—when you ascend—” He bit the rest off. “I’ll speak to them. In the meantime, Kristof is right. You do need to know how to hold this Nix until I can capture her. The problem is that, as far as I know, the only thing that can bind her is this.”

He lifted his right hand, said a few words, and a gleaming sword appeared, his hand already in the grip. He lowered it and held it out for me. I leaned over for a better look. I’d seen Janah’s sword so this one shouldn’t hold any great fascination, but the moment it appeared, I couldn’t rip my gaze away. My fingers clenched, as if imagining the feel of the hilt in my hand. I remembered how it felt and a shiver raced through me.

“So that would stop her,” I said. “But I can’t have one, can I?”