Ivy scowled at them before looking at Nick’s retreating back. “If Rachel gets hurt, you won’t have to worry about Weres killing you because I’ll find you first, little thief.”

My gut clenched. She would go along with it. It was done. I was going to be with Peter when Jenks plowed into us. “I’ll be fine,” I said, feeling my pulse quicken. “Between the air bag and the charm, it will be like I’m riding in God’s arms.”

The door closed behind Nick, Jenks, and Jax, the slice of afternoon sun vanishing as if it had never existed. Ivy turned, bare feet silent as she limped to her room. “What if God wants you home early?”

Thirty-Two

A witch, a vampire, and a pixy walk into a bar, I thought as I led the way into the Squirrel’s End. It was early, and the sun had yet to set when the door swung shut behind Jenks, sealing us in the warm air smelling faintly of smoke. Immediately Nick yanked it open to come in behind us. And there’s the punch line.

Ivy’s lips were pressed tight as she took in the low-ceilinged room, scanning it for Audrey and Peter. It was Friday night, and already busy. From across the room, Becky, our waitress from before, recognized us and waved. Ivy responded with an empty look, making the woman go uncertain. “There,” Ivy said, nodding to an empty table in the darkest corner.

I unzipped my coat and shook my new bracelet from Kisten down. “You’re an Inderland ambassador,” I said. “Make an effort.”

Ivy turned to me, her sharply defined eyebrows high. Jenks snickered as she forced the edges of her lips to curl upward. She had put on some makeup, seeing as we were out here for a last supper kind a thing, and she looked more predatorial than usual in her leather pants, clingy shirt, and boots. She and Jenks had ridden over in Kisten’s Corvette since she would not get in the van with me, and she smoothed a hand over her short hair to make sure every strand was in place. Drops of gold glittered from her lobes, and I wondered why she was wearing them.

It was obvious she wasn’t happy about Nick driving the truck into me, but her logic told her my emotionally charged modifications wouldn’t only make it more believable, but logistically easier. Relying on Nick had us both worried, but sometimes intuition had to take a backseat. That was when I usually got in trouble.

“They aren’t here yet,” she said, showing how worried she was by stating the obvious.

Jenks adjusted the collar of his jacket to hide his tension with a smooth casualness. “We’re early,” he said. Unlike Ivy, he was handling the stress well. He smiled at the women turning to look at him, and there were quite a few jostling their tablemates’ elbows and pointing him out. Running my eyes over Jenks, I could see why.