I scanned the black windows around me for any sign of attack. Jax had said the fairy assassins left right after my phone call. To get reinforcements, or to set up an ambush here? I didn’t like the idea that fairy catapults might be winching back as I waited. Even a fairy wouldn’t be so bold as to tag me inside the FIB building, but on the sidewalk I was fair game.

Then again, they could have been taken off the run, seeing as the I.S. was sending demons now. I felt a flash of satisfaction, knowing the demon had ripped apart its summoner. They wouldn’t send another any time soon. Black magic always swings back to get you. Always.

“You really ought to take better care of your sister,” the driver said as he took the money, and Nick and I looked blankly at each other. “But I guess you Inderlanders don’t care about each other as much as us decent folks. I’d pulp anyone who dared touch my sister with the back of his hand,” he added before driving off.

I stared at his taillights in confusion until Nick said, “He thinks someone beat you and I’m bringing you in to file a complaint.”

I was too nervous to laugh—besides, it would have made me pass out—but I managed a choking snicker, taking his arm before I fell over. Brow pinched, Nick gallantly pulled the glass door open and held it for me. A flash of angst went through me as I stepped over the threshold. I had put myself in the questionable position of having to trust a human-run establishment. It was shaky ground. I didn’t like it.

But the sound of loud conversations and the smell of burnt coffee were familiar and soothing. Institution was written everywhere, from the gray tiled floor, to the chatter of loud conversation, to the orange chairs the anxious parents and unrepentant thugs sat in. It felt like coming home, and my shoulders eased.

“Um, over there,” Nick said, pointing to the front counter. My arm was throbbing in its sling and my shoulder hurt. Either my sweat was diluting my amulets or my exertions were starting to cancel them out. Nick walked almost behind me, and it was bothersome.

The desk clerk looked up as we approached, her eyes widening. “Oh, sweetheart!” she exclaimed softly. “What happened to you?”

“I, uh …” I winced as I put my elbows on the counter to steady myself. My complexion charm wasn’t enough to blur my black eye or stitches. Just what was I supposed to tell her? That demons were loose in Cincinnati again? I glanced behind me, but Nick was no help, turned away to the doors. “Um,” I stammered. “I’m here to pick someone up.”

She reached to scratch her neck. “Not the one who did that to you.”

I couldn’t help my smile at her concern. I was a sucker for pity. “No.”

The woman tucked a strand of graying hair behind her ear. “I hate to tell you this, but you need to go to the Hillman Street office. And you’ll have to wait until tomorrow. They won’t release anyone after normal business hours.”