Ever After (Rachel Morgan)

turned to give me his full attention. “I’m joining Felix in his bloodletting so he doesn’t kill my children in his grief for the sun. I am there so he won’t take too much or be too brutal for their desires to withstand. I doubt very much I’ll enjoy watching an old man gum his food.” His gaze became distant. “There will be no finesse, no beauty there. I had hoped that he was still recoverable, but it won’t be long now.” His eyes met mine. “They failed to tell me that caring for the old as well as the young would be my responsibility when I took this job.”
    It was as I had thought, then. Felix had faltered and was failing fast, dragging Nina down with him. This was so ugly. “Ivy is trying to save both their lives,” I said softly, and Cormel’s bad mood seemed to hesitate as he saw my own soften. “Doesn’t that count for something?”
    “She still broke the rules. He is mad, Rachel. He is mad, and no amount of blood can save either of them, but Ivy broke the rules by interfering. Ohem is already lost but for his final walk into the sun and leaving Nina to lose control.” Cormel leaned to look down the hall, his thoughts already in the car and the remainder of his night. “They’ll have to shoot her down like a dog to stop her once she starts to look for solace. As it was, he would have only taken himself and one other, but your Ivy wants to love again, and so we all suffer so that you might save her soul, save all of ours.”
    Jenks arrowed into the kitchen, bringing with him the scent of ash from the fireplace. He looked agitated that Cormel was still here, and the undead vampire raised a tired hand to tell him that he was on his way. “My children will suffer indignities and pain tonight because of you,” he said, and my gut tightened in guilt. “All my children are paying the cost for Nina’s possible survival. All to keep one vampire happy.” Cormel put his hat back on and buttoned his coat. “I pay it willingly. But you will give me what I want, Morgan. And soon. ”
    My chin lifted, and Jenks’s dust turned a glittering gold. “That sounds like a threat.”
    He smiled from under the brim of his hat. It was the smile that had saved the world, and it was ending mine. “It was supposed to.” Cormel stepped into the hall, then paused. “I know you’re occupied with repairing the lines, so I’m willing to wait, but Rachel, I will not end up like Ohem.” His expression darkened, his pupils going wide and his eyes black. “I will not be a shell of myself, pitied and grasping for the sun when I know my soul is lost to hell. If Ivy leaves Cincinnati again, I will kill her myself. Tell her that for me.”
    Cold, I wrapped my arms around myself.
    “I want my soul back. Find it.”
    Between one breath and the next, he was gone, the door squeaking shut the only sound marking his passage. Shaking, I sat down in Ivy’s chair.
    If Ivy leaves Cincinnati again, I will kill her myself, he had said.
    Don’t think so.

Chapter Twenty
    J unior’s was frighteningly busy, the clientele mostly human at the early hour, stumbling about in search of their first cup of coffee. Either humans appreciated their coffee more than the average Inderlander, or Mark’s marketing gamble of claiming to serve coffee that demons crossed the lines for was paying off. I couldn’t help but notice that the floor had been repainted with circles and spirals, and I wondered if the lock access to the back door had been changed as well. The talk was loud, and the music cranked decibels higher than normal made my head hurt. I truly sympathized with the rare Inderlander accused of eating humans. They were annoying and obnoxious when they thought no one was listening.
    My mood couldn’t be entirely blamed on the noise and early hour—seeing as I’d not gotten to sleep until Ivy had come home, and then gotten up at an insane seven in the morning to get here by 7:35 exactly. But if my mood was bad, Ivy had me beat, glowering in the corner of the darkest booth we had been able to snag. The three beatniks bemoaning the unfairness of life and the publishing industry had been taking up the spot when we’d arrived, but after Ivy stood over their table with her grande and bad attitude, they’d packed up their double-spaced pages and red pencils and moved to a sunnier table.
    Ivy was better now that most of her drink was inside her and her head was down over the museum blueprints, but if my evening with Felix and