“As an STD, babe,” Jenks said as he poked his head out. “And I’m forever, too. How did you summon Rache with no functioning ley lines? Come on. Give. Was it an earth charm?”

Earth charm? Ley line? Maybe Jack will know what he’s talking about. “There was wine,” Peri offered, hitting her fob to unlock the car doors. If Jack could see Jenks, too, then maybe she hadn’t gone completely nuts.

“It’s Trent’s label,” Rachel offered as she got in. “But it’s not his name on it.”

“No shit,” the pixy said, making Peri wonder if he swore so people would take him seriously. “Which one?”

“Pentimento,” Rachel said, and the pixy whistled. The clear sound struck through Peri like a forgotten memory, and she froze for an instant before slipping inside the car and starting it.

“Dude,” Jenks said, flying down to the vent and holding on to the direction fins as it blew him back. “Hey, the engine block is still warm.”

“It’s electric,” Rachel murmured.

“It’s got a warming engine, though,” Peri added, turning the heat up, as he obviously needed it.

“Any blood involved in the charm?” Rachel asked reluctantly, and Peri recoiled. “It’s a carrier of intent,” she added. “Even a drop would make a difference.”

Peri watched, fascinated as the silver dust being blown off Jenks shifted to gold. It was hitting the seat, collecting only to fade as more was added. “Ah, Jack cut his hand on the glass when it broke. He got blood on the accelerator before he dropped it into the wine.”

“Let me guess,” Rachel said, hand to her forehead. “He drank it.”

It sounded nasty in hindsight, but honestly, she and Jack had done so much worse that accidentally ingesting a lick of blood was like a drop of water in the ocean. She nodded, making Rachel groan. “He, ah, also recited some bad poetry based on a Simon and Garfunkel song,” Peri offered.

Jenks let go of the vent fin, Rachel’s hand flashing out to catch him before he hit the seat. But the pixy must be feeling better because he caught the wind under his wings and rose, hovering at the center of the still-parked car. “Witches?” he guessed, and Rachel winced.

“Ixnay on the itchesway,” Rachel muttered, and Jenks spun to her, hands on his hips.

“She’s got a pixy in her car, Rache,” he said sarcastically. “You really think her knowing that witches are real in our world is going to freak her out?” He glanced at Peri. “Any more than she already is?” he added.

Peri stopped rubbing her forehead when she realized Rachel was doing the same thing. I have to be hallucinating, Peri thought. She was going to wake up in Opti’s psychology wing with Jack bringing her cocoa and toast.