His irritation had vanished the moment I quit barking at him. I realized that this was the first time—well, the second—he had the chance to show me his skills, something he was obviously very proud of. Humans had to work hard to manipulate ley lines as well as witches, which is why humans were known to align themselves with demons so they could keep up. Of course, they didn’t last long after that, eventually making a mistake and being pulled into the ever-after. This was so unsafe. And here I was encouraging him.

Seeing my face, he came to me and put his hands atop my shoulders. I could feel the ash, gritty between his hands and my skin. “It’s okay,” he soothed, his narrow face smiling. “I’ve done this before.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I said, stepping back to make room for him.

As Nick tossed the zippy bag of ash to land next to the shoe box, I tried to wipe the ash off my shoulders. Nick got in the closet with me, and then, with a grunt of remembrance, wedged a piece of wood into the crack of the hinges. “He shut the door on me once,” he said, shrugging.

This is not good, I thought again as the small of my back started to sweat.

“Ready?”

I glanced at the lit candle and its little mound of ash. “No.”

My fingertips tingled as Nick closed his eyes and opened his second sight. An eerie feeling of my insides being rearranged started in my belly, swirling up into my throat. My eyes widened. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I cried as the sensation wrenched into an uncomfortable pull. “What is that?”

Nick opened his eyes. They were glazed, and I could tell he was seeing everything in that confusing mix of reality and ever-after sight. “That’s what I’ve been telling you about,” he said, his voice hollow. “It’s from the binding spell. Nice, isn’t it?”

I shifted from foot to foot, making sure I stayed in the circle. “It’s awful,” I admitted. “I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me it was that bad?”

He shrugged, closing his eyes.

The pull through me strengthened, and I struggled to find a way to deal with it. I could feel the ever-after energy slowly building in him, paralleling what I experienced when I tapped into a ley line. The power swelled, and though it was a fraction of what I had channeled in Trent’s office, it urged me to react.

With an excruciating slowness, the levels built to a usable level. My palms started to sweat and my stomach clenched. I wished he’d hurry up and close the circle. The eddies of power went deep through me, the need to do something growing.

“Can I help?” I finally asked, gripping my hands together so they wouldn’t spasm.

“No.”