I went to a drawer marked GLASSES and, after shuffling around, pulled out a pair of modern wire-rims. I gave them to Trent, and when he put them on, Quen whistled low and long. “Morgan,” Quen said, shooting me a wary but impressed glance. “That is fantastic. I am going to install a few more charm monitors in the hallways.”

“Thank you,” I said modestly, beaming. I stood beside Trent and admired my handiwork. “You need teeth, yet,” I said, and Trent nodded slowly, as if worried he might break the spell if he moved too fast. “Are you going with caps or a charm?” I asked.

“Charm,” Trent said absently, turning his head to get a better glimpse of himself.

“Caps are more fun,” I said, inordinately pleased. There was an entire bin of teeth charms, and I went ahead and invoked the ley line spell and dropped it into his pocket.

“And you would know that how?” Trent asked slyly.

“Because I have a pair,” I said, refusing to show any pain about Kisten in front of Trent, but I couldn’t meet his eyes.

Done, I stood beside Trent as he smiled at the illusion of longer teeth. Somewhere along the line, I’d joined him on the stage. Not wanting to get down and look subservient, I quieted my sudden nervousness at how close we were. And neither of us was trying to kill or arrest the other. Huh. How about that?

“What do you think?” I asked, since I had yet to hear Trent’s opinion.

Standing beside me, Trent, who now had distinguished gray hair, a thin, almost hollowed face, six more inches, and fifty more pounds, shook his head, looking nothing like himself and everything like Rynn Cormel. Damn, I should have gone into showbiz.

“I look just like him,” he said, clearly impressed.

“Almost.” More pleased than I wanted to be by his approval, I invoked and handed him one last ley line charm.

Trent took it, and my breath caught. His eyes had gone pupil black. Hungry vampire black. A shiver rose through me. “Holy crap,” I said, pleased. “Can I play dress-up, or what?”

“This is…impressive,” Trent said, and I got off the stage.

“You’re welcome,” I said. “Don’t let them overcharge you. There are only thirteen charms there, and only the two for your hair are earth magic and not pure illusion.” I glanced at the plush surroundings, deciding that they wouldn’t sell temporary ley line spells with a reduced life. “Maybe sixteen grand for the entire outfit if they put it all in two charms. You can triple that considering who you’re buying them from.” Doppelgänger charms were legal on Halloween, not cheap.

Trent smiled, a truly vampiric smile, charismatic, dangerous, and oh-so-seductive. Oh, God. I had to get out of there. He was hitting all my buttons, and I think he knew it.