The nursery door shut with a soft and certain snick that Jon somehow made sound accusing. My steps into the lower living room slowed. Trent had asked Jon to put the little girl to bed to try to bring him down from his anger and rage. Suddenly I felt a lot more worried.

“Ahh,” I hedged, not wanting to call it a night quite yet. “Can I use your phone to call my mom before she storms the I.S.?”

Trent’s hand made tingles as it slipped from me. “Sure. Good idea.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right in.”

He gave me a faint smile, hesitating at the door to his rooms. “Take your time. I’ll be in the shower.”

The couch pillows were on the floor, and I picked them up, replacing them before I sat down with the phone. The memory of being attacked washed over me, and I quashed the surge of anxiety. Trent had left the door open, unusual for the privacy-loving man. It was a clear indication that he was on edge and didn’t want anything closed between us. The shower went on as I punched in my mom’s cell number, and the faint soft sounds of running water were soothing.

My eyes roved over Trent’s living room as I waited. It wasn’t that bad, especially compared to the ruination of my church, and as the call connected, I stood to fix one of the pictures. I took a breath as the line clicked open, but my mom was faster.

“Trent?” her voice came, worried and fast. “Where are you? Is Rachel with you?”

I smiled, feeling good all of a sudden. “It’s me, Mom. We’re good. Al helped us.”

“Your demon?” she blurted out, and my heart leapt as Jenks’s wings became obvious in the background.

“Mom? Is that Jenks? Can I talk to him?” Thank all that was holy. Something was going right for once.

“I thought the demons were pissed at you,” my mom was saying, but I hardly heard her. Ivy. I could hear Ivy! She was okay? She was with my mom!

“Thank God you called,” my mom was saying. “Ivy’s made an unholy mess of my front sitting room. Sweet Jesus, that woman has a temper when planning things. I don’t know how Nina puts up with her, the sweet dear.”

“Mom! Let me talk to Ivy,” I said, then lowered my voice before I woke Ray up. “Mom!”

But she wasn’t listening, hand over the phone with a muffled, irritated “What? No,” and then an indignant “Hey!”

“Rachel?” Ivy’s soft gray voice filtered through the phone, and I closed my eyes, holding the warm plastic to my ear and almost rocking in relief. Jenks was there, too, swearing at Tink, the sun, and her unmentionables.