That I could believe. Needing to move, I rose and went to stand before the statue. “Jenks?” I shouted. “We’re running out of moonlight!” It was too late to do the curse. We were down to snatch and run.

“You aren’t so lily white yourself,” Trent said. “Stop throwing stones.”

Stiffening, I spun. “I got my demon smut trying to save my butt. Nothing died.”

With a soft huff, Trent pulled his knees to himself and turned on the top stair to face me. “Such a nice friendly witch, helping the FIB and little old ladies find their familiars. How many bodies are at your feet, Rachel?”

Heat hit me, and my breath caught. Oh. That. There were bodies in my past. I lived with a vampire who had probably killed people and I willingly accepted that. Kisten’s hands hadn’t been clean either. Jenks had killed to keep his children alive, and would do so again without thought. I had intentionally killed Peter, though he had wanted to die.

“Peter doesn’t count,” I said, hip cocked, and Trent shook his head as if I were a child. “You murder people outright,” I said indignantly. “You killed three Weres for business last summer and were going to let my friend take the blame. Brett only wanted to belong to something.” That it still hurt surprised me.

“We are exactly the same, Rachel. We’re both prepared to kill to protect what we care for. It simply comes up a lot more often with me. You murdered a living vampire to protect your way of life. That he wanted to die was simply a pretty bow around it.”

“We are nothing alike,” I said. “You kill for business and profit. I did what I had to do to keep the balance between the vamps and the Weres.” Full of indignant anger, I looked down at him as he sat on the stairs. “Are you saying I shouldn’t have?”

Smiling beatifically, Trent said, “No. You did the right thing. Exactly what I would have done. What I’m saying is that the rest of us would appreciate it if you would stop working against the system and start working in it.”

“With you?” I said caustically, and he shrugged.

“Your talents, my contacts. I’m going to change the world. You can have a say in it.”

Disgusted, I turned my back on him, arms crossed over my chest. Demons were about to chew our noses off, and he was still trying to woo me into working for him. But here I was, doing just that. God, I was such an idiot. “I already have a say in it,” I muttered.

“Rache?” came a warbling call from the statue, and my heart jumped. “I got Al’s.”