“You can’t auction her off. She’s mine! I’ve been grooming her for over a year,” Al threatened, and the tails of his green velveteen coat flapped as he strode up the steps. His chiseled face was hard, and he squinted as if his tinted glasses were ineffective. “I marked her first. Newt’s claim is secondary. This is my job!”

My teeth clenched, but I could do nothing when Trent and the demon who had touched him into unconsciousness vanished.

“The courts will decide,” Minias said, yanking me out of Al’s reach.

Al’s strong jaw clenched and his hands turned into fists. I wasn’t all that joy-joy about it either, and I struggled when Minias gave me a shake and said, “Let me jump you.”

I shook my head, and he shrugged, tapping a line. He was going to try to stun me the same way they had stunned Trent. I felt it coming, and I opened my thoughts to take it, gasping as ever-after energy roared into me. I spindled it, panting with the effort.

Minias’s eyebrows furrowed, and he turned to Al. “You ass!” he shouted. “You taught a witch how to spindle a line as well? You lied to the courts? Dali can’t help you now.”

Al jerked back a step. “I did not,” he said indignantly. “They never asked. And I bound her to condition as tight as the elf ’s. What is the problem here! I have control of the situation!”

I had two demons fighting over me. Seconds, maybe. I reached for a line. Minias felt it.

“Bloody hell!” he swore. “She’s trying to jump!” he shouted, shaking me. “Now how do we contain her?”

I touched the line, willing it to take me, my thoughts on Ivy. But a thick white-gloved fist swung to meet my temple. It ripped me from Minias’s grip, and I fell, my hands getting between me and the cement at the last moment, palms scraping. Someone’s foot slammed into my gut, and gasping for air, I rolled into the basilica’s side door. Unable to breathe, I stared at the ugly red sky and felt the wind on my face.

“Like that,” Al snarled. “Leave catching familiars to the experts, Minias.”

I felt Minias pick me up, my arms dangling. “Holy sweet spit, she’s still not out.”

“Then you hit her again,” Al said, and another burst of pain sent me into nothing.

Twenty-eight

My head hurt. Actually, the entire right side of my face hurt, not just my head, a deep, throbbing ache that seemed to come from the bone and pulse in time with my heart. I was slumped facedown on something warm and softly yielding, like the mats at the gym. My eyes were closed, and words whispered at the edge of my awareness, fading into the hum of a distant fan when I concentrated on them.