“No!” he exclaimed, getting in my face. “Rachel, listen to me. You smell like a witch. Well, you stink like the ever-after right now, but when you wash it off, you’ll smell like a witch. And come sunup, you will be here. You won’t be pulled to the ever-after. I won’t let you!”

His expression was desperate, and I listlessly extended a hand for him to land on. I held my breath and caught my misery back behind a throat-hurting gulp. He landed on it, flying up briefly when Ivy barged in, sending the door swinging into the wall.

“God save you!” I exclaimed, jumping. “I shut the door because I wanted to be alone!”

Ivy’s usually placid face was pinched with worry. Tension had pulled her shoulders up, and her movements to tuck her short hair behind an ear were sharp. “You are not a demon,” she said, her words precise. “You’re sitting in a church. No demon can do that. Glenn said you lied to get out of that circle, and nothing happened to you. You weren’t held accountable. You’re not a demon, and you won’t be pulled back when the sun comes up.”

Exhausted in mind and soul, I looked up at her, wanting to believe, but too afraid to do so. “I hope so,” I whispered, knowing they wouldn’t like what I was going to say next. “But if I was, it would make rescuing Trent easier.”

Thirty-one

It was quiet now, just the small agitated ticks of Jenks tapping his foot against Ceri’s porcelain teacup to mar the stillness. I felt bad about screwing up everyone’s lives, but in a few hours I’d either be dead or a permanent fixture in the ever-after. Settling this with a happy ending was still a possibility, but the odds were looking really slim. I was hoping for it of course, but honestly, what were the chances?

Glenn had left to get my mother after I’d kicked everyone out of the bathroom to take a shower, so it was just the four of us now, the mood tense and the feeling of harsh words yet unsaid heavy in the air. God, I was tired. The cup of coffee in my grip wasn’t helping at all. A bowl of baked cheese crackers was within my reach, and I put one in my mouth. The sharp cheddar flavor bit at the sides of my mouth, and I slowly chewed. Grabbing a handful, I ate them one by one, feeling guilty that I was clean and eating cheese crackers when Trent was in a cell.

Seeing me moving, Jenks took to the air to try again. “Why?” he said belligerently, a thin trace of red dust spilling from him to pool on the table as he landed in his best Peter Pan pose. “Why do you give a fairy’s hairy ass about what happens to Trent?”