“Told you.”

For a few moments there was only the scraping of spoons and the sound of the crickets in the garden. Nick’s pace slowed, and he glanced at the clock over the sink. “Hey, uh, I’ve got a big favor to ask,” he said hesitantly.

I swallowed as I looked up, knowing what was coming. “You can crash here for the night if you want,” I said. “Though there are no guarantees you’ll wake up with all your fluids intact or even at all. The I.S. is still spelling for me. Right now it’s just those tenacious fairies, but as soon as the word gets out that I’m still alive, we might be up to our armpits in assassins. You’d be safer on a park bench,” I finished wryly.

His smile was relieved. “Thanks, but I’ll risk it. I’ll get out of your hair tomorrow. See if my landlord has anything left that’s mine. Go visit my mom.” His long face puckered, looking as worried as when he thought I was bleeding to death. “I’ll tell her I lost everything in a fire. This is going to be a rough one.”

I felt a stab of sympathy. I knew what it was like to find yourself on the street with only a box left of your life. “Sure you don’t want to stay with her tonight?” I asked. “It’d be safer.”

He went back to eating. “I can take care of myself.”

I bet you can, I thought, my mind going back to that demon book he took from the library. It wasn’t in my bag anymore, a tiny smear of blood the only thing to say it had ever been there. I wanted to come right out and ask if he worked black magic. But he might say yes, and then I’d have to decide what I was going to do about it. I didn’t want to do that right yet. I liked Nick’s easy confidence, and the novelty of seeing that in a human was decidedly … intriguing.

A part of me knew and despised that the attraction probably stemmed from my “hero rescuing the damsel in distress syndrome,” but I needed something safe and secure in my life right now, and a magic-working human who could keep demons from tearing my throat out fit the bill nicely. Especially when he looked as harmless as he did.

“Besides,” Nick said, ruining it, “Jenks will pix me if I leave before he gets back.”

My breath slipped from me in bother. He was a babysitter. How nice.

The sound of the phone ringing echoed through the walls. I looked up at Nick and didn’t move. I was sore, darn it.

He gave me that half smile of his and stood. “I’ll get it.” I took another bite as I watched his vanishing backside, thinking I might offer to go shopping with him when he bought himself some new clothes. Those jeans he had on were way too loose.