“No. Kist can have that job,” she said lightly. “I’m here to get Piscary out of prison. My permanent inclusion into Piscary’s camarilla is contingent upon it. If I win my case, I stay. If I lose, I go back home.”

I froze. Oh my God. She was Piscary’s lawyer.

Skimmer hesitated at Ivy’s lack of response. Ivy turned to me, a panicked look on her face. I watched the wall come down, sealing everything away. Her happiness, her joy, her excitement at reuniting with an old friend; it was all gone. Something slipped between us, and I felt my chest tighten. Erica’s bangles clanked as the young vampire clearly realized something was wrong but not understanding. Hell, I didn’t think I understood.

Suddenly wary, Skimmer glanced from me to Ivy. “So, who’s your friend?” she asked into the awkward silence.

Ivy licked her lips and turned to face me more fully. I shifted forward, not knowing how to react. “Rachel,” Ivy said, “I’d like you to meet Skimmer. We roomed together for our last two years of high school out on the West Coast. Skimmer, this is Rachel, my partner.”

I took a breath, trying to decide how I should handle this. My hand went out to shake hers, but Skimmer walked past it, taking me into an expansive hug.

I tried not to stiffen, determined to go with the flow until I had a chance to talk to Ivy about just what we were going to do about this. Piscary couldn’t get out of prison; I’d never sleep again. My arms went about her in a loose generic hug, and I froze when the woman put her lips under my ear and breathed, “Pleasure to meet you.”

Adrenaline jolted through me as my demon scar flashed into waves of heat. Shocked, I shoved her away, collapsing to a defensive posture. The living vampire fell back, surprise making her long lashes and blue eyes look enormous. She caught her balance a good five feet away. Erica gasped, and Ivy was a black blur coming between us.

“Skimmer!” Ivy shouted, her voice almost panicked as she stood with her back to me.

My heart pounded and sweat broke out. The flaming promise on my neck hurt, it was so strong, and I put a hand to it, feeling betrayed and shocked.

“She’s my business partner!” Ivy exclaimed. “Not my blood partner!”

The slim woman stared at us, flashing into a red-faced embarrassment. “Oh God,” she stammered, hunching into a slightly submissive posture. “I’m sorry.” She put a hand to her mouth. “I am really, really sorry.” She looked at Ivy, who was slowly relaxing. “Ivy, I thought you’d taken a shadow. She smells like you. I was just being polite.” Skimmer’s gaze darted to me as I tried to slow my heartbeat. “You asked me to stay with you. I thought—God, I’m sorry. I thought she was your shadow. I didn’t know she was your … friend.”

“It’s all right,” I lied, forcing myself upright. I didn’t like the way she had said “friend.” It implied more than what we were. But I currently wasn’t up to trying to explain to Ivy’s old roommate that we weren’t sharing blood or a bed. Ivy wasn’t much help, standing with a deer-in-the-headlights look. And I had this weird feeling I was still missing something. God, how did I get to this place?