“Rachel?” Her voice was soft, and my attention darted to her, worried at what I would find. But her face was carefully neutral as her eyes and fingers probed the bite marks on my neck. “What happened?” she asked. “Nick said something about a demon, but this looks like—”

“It looks like a vampire bite,” I finished blandly. “It made itself look like a vampire and did that to me.” I took a shaky breath. “It made itself look like you, Ivy. I’m sorry if I’m a little flaky for a while. I know it wasn’t you. Just give me some slack until I can convince my unconscious you didn’t try to kill me, okay?”

I met her eyes, feeling a pulse of shared fear as understanding flashed over her. For all accounts, I had been ravaged by a vampire. I had been initiated into a club that Ivy was trying to stay out of. Now we both were. I thought about what Nick had said concerning her wanting to make me her scion. I didn’t know what to believe.

“Rachel, I—”

“Later,” I said as Nick came back in. I felt ill, and the room was starting to go gray again. Matalina was with him along with two of her children lugging a pixy-sized bag. Nick knelt at my head. Hovering in the center of the room, Matalina silently took in the situation, then took the bag from her children and bundled them to the window. “Hush, hush,” I heard her whisper. “Go home. I know what I said, but I changed my mind.” Their protests carried a horrified fascination, and I wondered how bad I looked.

“Rachel?” Matalina hovered right in front of me, moving back and forth until she found where my eyes were focusing. The room had gone alarmingly quiet, and I shivered. Matalina was such a pretty little thing. No wonder Jenks would do anything for her. “Try not to move, dear,” she said.

A soft whir from the window pulled her up out of my sight. “Jenks,” the small pixy woman said in relief. “Where have you been?”

“Me?” He dropped into my line of sight. “How did you get here before me?”

“We took a direct bus,” Nick said sarcastically.

Jenks’s face was weary and his shoulders were slumped. I felt a smile curve over me. “Is pretty pixy man too pooped to party?” I breathed, and he came so close I had to squint.

“Ivy, you gotta do something,” he said, his eyes wide and worried. “I dusted her bites to slow the bleeding, but I’ve never seen anyone that was this white before and still alive.”

“I am doing something,” she growled. “Get out of my way.”

I felt the air shift as Matalina and Ivy bent close over me. I found the idea of a pixy and a vamp inspecting the bloody mess of my neck reassuring. Since infection was a turnoff, I ought to be safe. Ivy would know if it was life-threatening or not. And Nick, I thought, feeling a faint need to giggle. Nick would rescue me if Ivy lost control.