“Morgan, we need to talk,” he said as he maneuvered out of Ivy’s easy reach.

“We already talked,” I said, the bitterness of frustration closing in. “I don’t have time to talk again. I have to figure out how I’m going to keep every last person I care about alive through the night, and I only have six hours to do it. If you don’t want to be demon fodder, I suggest you leave.” I’m sorry, Marshal. I never should have said hello.

Ivy glanced at me for direction, and I shook my head. I didn’t want her to touch him. Ivy had a lot of money, but Trent had better lawyers. Her lips pressed tightly, and she let her pupils widen to cow him into leaving. Trent rocked back a step, then gathered his courage, a dangerous look in his own expression.

Ignoring us, Ceri had gone to the stove to fill the kettle, as naturally as if there wasn’t an argument going on. “You should trade names with Al,” she said, knowing it would make Trent fear her all the more, but not seeming to care. She was proud of it, maybe.

“I tried that,” I said, giving my scrying mirror another shove before I wrapped my hands around my warm coffee mug, enjoying how it felt on my fingers. “Al cut a deal. He’s out on bail, and he’ll kill me before his court date in the thirty-sixth. Year, that is.”

Ceri’s eyes were so vivid, so beautifully green behind her tears when she turned to me, glowing with the knowledge that Quen was still alive. Nothing could dampen her quiet joy. “You can still twist the curse,” she said, a tightening of her jaw showing as she noticed Trent’s horror that she could speak of such things so casually. “I told you I’d help you with it, and I will. All you need that you don’t have is a focusing object from Al. The smut is almost nil. Nature doesn’t give names, so it doesn’t care if they are shifted.”

I swallowed hard and gave her a grateful look. I hadn’t known if she would still help me after I had condemned her for working for Al, and she smiled back, telling me that she was wise enough to set aside differences when real things were threatened. I had saved the man she loved, and she would help me save my family and friends.

Trent looked pale, and I gave him a steady look until his gaze dropped. Maybe now he understood why I did demon curses. No one else was going to save me, and I had to fight fire with fire. But then I went sober in the thought that maybe he had a reason for the things he did as well. Damn it, I was too busy to learn another freaking life lesson.