Ever After (Rachel Morgan)

she didn’t let it go. Ku’Sox didn’t seem to care. “Do that,” he said, holding out a cookie to the little girl, but she’d have none of it anymore and wanted down. “I’ll simply say we were working together and you backed out of the deal, leaving me to take the blame.”
    I thought of those life rafts in the form of infants. The panic I was holding seemed to shake its chain, gaining another few inches of freedom. They’d likely kill me for sure, four days or not. Dali was right. My silence was buying my continued existence.
    Lucy ignored the cookie Ku’Sox kept pushing at her, holding her hands out to Trent instead. “Down!” Lucy shrilled, squirming and kicking him. “Do-o-o-own!” she howled when he held her tighter, throwing the cookie Ku’Sox was trying to pacify her with at him. She truly was Ellasbeth’s daughter and had the vocal power to prove it. “D-a-a-a-addy!” she cried, reaching out to Trent, her little hands opening and closing. “ Daddy! ”
    Ku’Sox gave her a little jerk, and she screamed at him, filling the night with her anger. Fear lit through me, and I swear he closed his eyes in bliss when he saw it. Lucy kicked furiously, howling and pinching his arm. Having endured enough, Ku’Sox gave her a shake, and the little girl vanished in a wash of ever-after. For a moment, her last cry of outrage echoed against the trees and castle, and then even that was gone.
    “No!” Trent raged, a blur as he lunged at Ku’Sox. I gasped as he threw a ball of black-rimmed energy. It tore through his circle. Jenks was up and away in an instant, Bis hot on his dust trail.
    “Trent!” I shouted as the cooler air rushed over me. Ku’Sox snarled, deflecting whatever it was right back at Trent. Every blade of grass, every leaf, took on a razor edge. I lunged for Trent but was jerked back by my hair.
    “Ow!” I howled, my scalp on fire as Ku’Sox swung me around and threw me to the ground. I got my knees under me, and the demon shoved me down again, so hard my breath was knocked out. Just within my sight, Trent writhed on the ground, taken out by his own magic.
    “You are troublesome,” Ku’Sox said, and he sat on me, pinning me. There was a circle around us keeping both Jenks and Bis powerless, but I could still tap a line. I flooded him with it and he only sucked in his breath, enjoying it.
    “Get off!” I shouted into the gravel, then screamed in pain when he wrenched my arm back, nearly dislocating it.
    “Playing with elves?” Ku’Sox said, and the agony let up. He traced the outline of my tattoo with a soft finger, and I shuddered, breathing in the scent of carrion and trying not to throw up. This was exactly why I hadn’t wanted to try to fight him. Why did no one listen to me?
    “You kill me, and they will be looking at you to fix the line,” I rasped in the dark, scared to death as I felt him fingering the elven chastity ring. “They know you’re responsible for it.”
    “As you say,” he drawled, and I felt the ring spin on my finger. “But we also both know they’re cowards, and if you can’t overpower me, then they’ll kill you to gain my good graces again. Is this how you found the strength to shift the imbalance back to the proper line?” he said, tugging experimentally at the ring. “Ingenious, melding your abilities with an elf to best me. Tsk-tsk. Mustn’t play with wild animals.”
    “No, wait!” I shouted, helpless, and he gave a tug.
    Ku’Sox’s cry of pain was like audible lightning, jerking through me. My arm thudded down on the gravel path, numb and unmoving as he was suddenly not sitting on me but writhing three feet away—his circle broken. It was the ring. It had its own safeguards, and they had just saved my ass.
    “Rache! Get up!” Jenks was shouting, his sparkles filling my vision and lighting the night. Dazed, I sat up, dead arm cradled in my lap. “Get up!” he yelled again, and I staggered to my feet. Ku’Sox was picking himself up off the ground. He was between me and Trent, the elf still gasping at his own spell. For an instant, we froze, and with a snarl, Ku’Sox turned to Trent.
    “No!” I shouted as the demon went for him, but it was too late, and I ran smack into Ku’Sox’s circle. “Trent!” I exclaimed as I hammered on it, shocks of fire cramping my arm.
    Ku’Sox had pulled Trent to his feet, and I was sure it was the last I’d see of him, but with his arm around Trent’s neck, the demon bared his teeth at