Jaime kept chewing her lip. I reached to shake her shoulder, but, of course, my fingers passed right through. So I got in her face—literally—ducking down and putting my face a scant inch from hers.

“Hello! Anybody in there?”

The Nix laughed.

Jaime’s head shot up. “What?”

“You’re sitting with a murdering demi-demon, that’s what—” I began.

“Nothing,” the Nix said. “I was just thinking that I don’t blame you for not trusting me. Hell, I don’t blame anyone for not trusting me.”

“No shit,” I said. “That’s what happens when you’re an evil—”

“I did a lot of horrible things in my life,” the Nix continued. “But I did one good thing, too—”

“Bullshit.”

“—and that good thing is all that matters to me now.”

“Savannah,” Jaime said with a soft sigh.

My gut went cold.

“I need to protect her, Jaime,” the Nix continued. “And I would love to be able to do that on my own, but I can’t. I tried. God knows, I’ve tried.”

I stared at the Nix and, for a moment, hearing those words, I saw myself sitting there…which was exactly what Jaime was seeing. The glamour spell. Shit!

“Trsiel!” I shouted.

The Nix fought back a smile.

Jaime exhaled a deep sigh. “Okay, let’s get this over with. But if you double-cross me, Eve—”

“I won’t,” the Nix said. “Give me your body long enough to catch this bitch, and I’ll give it to you with all the spook-busting credits you’ll ever want.”

I lunged at the Nix. Yet even though she was in spirit form, I passed right through her and landed across the floor.

I mentally called for Trsiel again, then recited a quick communication spell, putting in a desperate call to Kristof. I knew it wouldn’t work—he’d never been able to master this piece of high-level witch magic—but I had to try anyway. The Nix had erected some kind of barrier against me, but maybe Kris could get through and either warn Jaime or stop the ritual.

Jaime had barely finished the first invocation when Kristof popped into the room, facing Jaime and the Nix, his back to me.

“You rang?” he began, then stopped. “What the hell?”

“That’s not me,” I said as I hurried up beside him.

“Of course it isn’t,” he said. “It’s the Nix, but what—”

“She’s cast a glamour spell to look like me, and convinced Jaime to let me—her—possess her. I can’t stop them, and Jaime can’t hear me. Some kind of spell—”

“Jaime,” Kristof said sharply as he strode toward the two.

She didn’t turn.

“Jaime!” he said, then bent over her and looked into her eyes. “Goddamn it!”