A Perfect Blood

way. Jenks could probably still hear it.
    “Charms.” Trent’s voice smoothed, his polish returning, and I heard the sliding sound of fabric as he got out of bed, presumably. His voice was normal, meaning he didn’t have anyone in there with him, and I don’t know why the thought occurred to me even as he added, “What about them?”
    “You, ah, didn’t tell me what the ring does.”
    “Oh. Sorry,” Trent said, and I heard a click and an echo as he put me on speakerphone. “It’s a line jump,” he added, and I almost dropped the phone.
    “I didn’t know you could do that,” I said, my wide eyes touching on Jenks’s to find he was as mystified as me. “Who did you buy it from?” Don’t say Al. Please don’t say Al.
    I heard the smooth shutting of a drawer, and Trent’s easy voice saying, “No one. Elves can jump the lines with enough prep work. Ah, I’ve never actually tried that one out. It’s supposed to bring the two rings together. It was originally a way for star-crossed lovers to meet against fate, but when you break it down to bare tacks, it’s simply a line jump. A come-to-me kind of thing. Just turn the ring, tap a line, think of me, and say ta na shay . I’ve already got mine on.”
    Ta na shay. I’d heard that before somewhere. Holding the ring up in the faint pixy light, I slipped it on my ring finger, then moved it to my pinky when it was too tight. Jenks made kissing sounds as he stood on the rim of my bag, and I flicked a finger at him. The ring fit my pinky perfectly, which threw me until recalling that Trent had stolen my pinky ring once.
    “I thought you could use it if you ever got trapped in someone’s circle,” Trent said. “That has got to be . . . frustrating.”
    It was. Every time . “Thank you,” I said softly. “I can’t ever repay you for this.”
    “You could come work with me,” he said, and I made a fist of my hand, the ring glinting. “Is that all you wanted?”
    I heard in his voice his desire to be gone and about his day, but something in me hesitated. “No,” I said, and Jenks’s wings stilled and drooped. “Since I’ve got you on the phone, do you know anything about the FIB taking on new people? A new division, maybe?”
    Immediately Jenks’s attention sharpened, his wings clattering to dust silver into my bag. A chill dropped down my spine, magnified by the dark nothing we were surrounded by. Jenks had noticed the-men-who-don’t-belong, too, it wasn’t my imagination.
    “I don’t generally follow the FIB’s hiring and firing practices unless it impacts my interests.” Trent’s voice was somewhat concerned but not really. He was dissing me, and I didn’t like it.
    I grimaced, finding the words to explain hard in coming. It wasn’t as if I could tell Trent that my roommate’s boyfriend was acting distant and that I thought something hinky was going on at the FIB. Jenks gestured for me to say something, and encouraged, I said, “Glenn’s been acting funny since I got nabbed by HAPA.”
    Jenks smacked his head with his palm. From the phone, Trent said, “I’m sure he simply blames himself for your capture—”
    “Trent, listen to me,” I said quickly, cutting him off. “I wouldn’t come to you with something unless I thought it was important. I don’t know what it means, but you are going to take me seriously or I’m never going to come to you again. Don’t assume that because you didn’t see the dragon first that it doesn’t exist.”
    I heard him sigh, then the squeak of a chair. “I’m listening.”
    My pulse hammered. He was listening. I was going to him with a concern, and he was listening. Like a business associate, or like a friend? Did it matter?
    “Something is wrong. Glenn has Ivy, Jenks, and me out at the outskirts of the run.”
    “You’re on a run?” Trent said, his voice rising in disbelief. “Right now? And you just thought to call me about the ring?”
    Irritation flooded me, but I pressed on whereas I might normally have just hung up. “He has us on the outskirts. Everyone with Inderland blood in them is on the fringe. It’s humans only at the take site. Last time, it was an even mix.”
    “Perhaps he wants this to be recorded as a human effort,” he said, but Jenks was shaking his head right along with me.
    Fiddling with the zipper on my boot, I said, “I’d go with that except that there’s an entirely different unit of people down here. I’ve never seen them before. They’re like