Deaths Excellent Vacation

out a gold stick and beginning to scribe a circle around me. “Aisling is going to be really pissed!”
    The Guardian paused, looking up. I’d never seen her before, but evidently she’d heard of Ash. “Aisling? Aisling Grey?” she asked.
    “Yeah, that’s her. Aisling is my boss.” I craned my neck to glare up at Jovana. “The same person who gave you your job!”
    Jovana narrowed her eyes on me for a few seconds. “It is true that Aisling Grey has a demon under her control. But I have heard that the demon’s preferred form is that of a dog.”
    “Man alive, doesn’t anyone listen to me?” I complained, trying to pull my arm free.
    Jovana nodded to the guard, who let go of me. I yanked my hand free from the other one and sat up, rubbing my wrists. “I just got done telling you that I’m normally in dog form, but another Guardian ordered me into human form because she knew it would tick me off.”
    Six pairs of eyes considered me as I slid off the table to my feet. I straightened my codpiece, dusted off my leather thong, and raised an eyebrow while I waited for the apologies to flow.
    The Guardian rose from where she’d been kneeling. “If this demon speaks the truth—”
    “I may be a lot of things, but I’ve never been a liar,” I said grumpily.
    “If it speaks the truth, then I want no part of this,” she continued, putting away her gold stick. “Aisling Grey is one of the most powerful Guardians in the Guardians’ Guild. She is a savant, especially gifted, and someone I do not wish to cross.”
    “Anyen will tell you who I am,” I said, waving at the ghede.
    She glared back at me.
    “Hey, I helped you, now it’s time for you to repay me,” I told her.
    “Oh, very well. The demon does not lie. It is Effrijim. I have known it for several centuries,” she said, albeit kinda grudgingly.
    “There, see? All’s well,” I said, heading for the door. “I’ll tell Ash you send her love, ’K? See ya round.”
    “Halt!” the Venediger said, and instantly the two guards were in front of the door, their eyes narrow little slits as they frowned at me. “I do not accept this foul thing’s statement.”
    “Foul thing!” Anyen said, starting forward. I grabbed her before she could jump the Venediger. “I am not a—”
    “Hackles down,” I said softly. “Now isn’t the time unless you want to get us both tossed back into that cell in the basement.”
    “That is exactly where you are going,” the Venediger said, putting down the dagger. She looked at it regretfully for a moment before pinning me back with a glare that stripped the hair from my toes. “You will remain there until I can speak with the Guardian Aisling Grey to verify your identity.”
    “No way!” I protested. “I’ve got . . . Let me count . . . Man, I’ve only got one day left of my vacation. I’m not going to spend it sitting in that room with a pissed-off ghede!”
    “Nor will I go back to that squalid little room!” Anyen declared.
    “Fine.” Jovana shrugged. “Then we will perform your release ceremony now. There will be no Guardian to object to you being sent back to Abaddon, I trust.”
    Anyen’s eyes opened up really wide when the Venediger picked up the dagger again.
    “You know what?” I asked Anyen, taking a deep breath and thinking about Cecile’s warm, furry little ears.
    “What?” she asked.
    “We’re immortal.”
    She blinked at me for a second, but that’s all I gave her. I grabbed her arm, lowered my head, and charged the Venediger. She sprang to the side, out of the way, just as I figured she would. Anyen and I kept going through, right past the Venediger, the two others staring at us in surprise, and on through the window that opened onto a small garden.
    Anyen was fast on her feet, luckily, and although my chest and arms and legs were cut by the glass as I went through the window, we both landed on our feet and took off running.
    The Venediger’s guards, however, were mortal, and they were less than thrilled about leaping into a mass of broken glass. They were slower getting through the window, and by the time they got to the garden, we were racing down the back alley to freedom.
    We split up not long after, Anyen making a snarky remark about me slowing her down.
    “You’re welcome,” I yelled after her as she disappeared into the Tuilleries. “Hope you don’t get a really nasty case of zombie rot while you’re raising the dead!”
    It took me a couple more hours before