My eyes closed and I sent a silent prayer of thanks out. Jenks was with Ivy. He was okay. They both were. I bit my lip and held my breath against the tears. A big bad-ass runner doesn’t cry. Even when she finds out she’s a demon. “I’m in Betty’s basement,” I said, keeping my voice low so it wouldn’t warble and give away how upset I was. “There are five black ley line witches down here out cold, and at least one upstairs. You’re going to need some salt water to wake them up. He tried to make some poor girl into a goat,” I said, tears starting to flow. “She looks like me, Glenn. They picked her because she looks like me.”

“Are you okay?” he asked, and I forced myself to stop.

“I don’t know,” I said, feeling my life end. “I’m sorry for dumping this on you, but I can’t go to the I.S. I think Tom’s doing this with their blessing.” I looked at the last spot I’d seen him in, hatred briefly overpowering tears from the adrenaline crash.

“She’s alive,” Glenn said off the phone. “No, I’m talking to her. You got the house number? You got the number?” There was a crackle of static, and he was back. “We’ll be there in five minutes,” he said, his deep voice soothing. “Sit tight. Don’t move unless you have to.”

I slumped to the floor with the phone to my ear. I felt worse than the woman, who was chewing at her duct tape. “Sure,” I said listlessly. “But Tom is gone. Watch Betty. She may look stupid, but she probably knows some nasty stuff.” I felt dizzy. “Anyone who kicks their dog is nasty.”

Glenn sighed in frazzled frustration. “I’m on my way. Damn it, I’m going to have to leave this phone. Talk to Rose until I get there, okay?”

I shook my head, drawing my knees to my chin. “No. I have to call Ivy.”

“Rachel…,” he warned. “Don’t hang up on me.”

But I did. The tears slipped down, cleaning the grit of ever-after from my face, but nothing could clean the shame from my mind. A demon. Trent’s dad had made me into a freaking damned demon?

Miserable, I sat where I was with my knees to my chin. A light touch on my shoulder jerked my head up, and the woman, who had freed herself, jumped back. Her eyes were wide, and she was shaking in her jeans and red top. “I thought you killed them,” she said, her gaze darting over the destruction. “They’re asleep?”