The Dark Glamour (666 Park Avenue 2)

collect the locator spell that Jane would need from Misty and then meet her at a bar near their apartment to explain it to Jane.
Just like the old days,
Jane told herself, recalling all the times the two of them had met secretly to work on Jane’s magic, although somehow she didn’t quite feel it.
    She peered around the dark space doubtfully. The slim triangle of a familiar torso caught her eye almost immediately. ‘Harris,’ she blurted out, trying to keep her face as cheerful as possible.
This is her version of being extra-discreet?
    Harris turned and stood, smiling politely, and waited for Jane to sit before he returned to his own stool. ‘Hi there, Ella,’ his cool voice rippled. ‘Hope you don’t mind me tagging along on girls’ night.’ He smiled a little more broadly this time, and Jane felt the corners of her own mouth tugging their way up, but inside she was furious. Dee clearly hadn’t spilled her secret, but to Jane’s whirling mind that made it even worse that she had brought a date.
    Hanging around with Ella Medieros right now is nearly as risky as being friends with Jane Boyle was,
she thought uncomfortably. Harris’s sister, Maeve, had been run down by a taxi for the heinous crime of trying to help Jane, and her recovery had been slow and painful. Yuri had tried to kill Dee in the alley behind her apartment, and Lynne had even brutally beaten her own son when she found out that he had changed sides. Jane had felt awful, even though all three of them had known about the danger . . . and Harris wasn’t able to make the same kind of informed decision at the moment.
    ‘Hi,’ Jane replied awkwardly. She tried to shoot a meaningful glare at Dee, but try as she might, she couldn’t seem to catch her friend’s eye. Instead, Dee, radiant in a red cowl-necked sweater that was more stylish than anything Jane had ever seen her wear, laughed at Harris’s jokes, invented completely unnecessary reasons to touch him, and flipped her tangle of black hair over her shoulder at every opportunity. She must not even know how dangerous it had been to bring him to their meeting, Jane realized sadly as she watched Dee gaze longingly after Harris when he shoved his way to the bar to get them a round of drinks.
That right there is the face of a serious crush, and crushes make people careless.
    There was probably a message in there somewhere about her and André. She had been a little nervous about seeing him after their hasty exit from the rooftop party, but, if anything, the new tension between them improved their already sparkling chemistry. It was as if they had a shared secret now – one they were keeping from each other. It was an unconventional basis for a relationship, but since they spent most of their time in bed anyway, Jane didn’t much care about the basis of anything. The thought was interrupted when Dee suddenly leaned forward and pressed a crumpled baggie into Jane’s hand.
    ‘The spell is really easy,’ Dee rushed hoarsely, pushing back her thick hair in an entirely different manner from when Harris was still at the table. ‘Just mix all of these together, picture her while saying her name seven times – before or grown-up, it doesn’t matter – and then spread the powder on your lids like eye shadow. There’s enough here for an hour.’
    ‘Eye shadow?’ Jane asked blankly.
    ‘It should wind up sort of gold,’ Dee assured her. ‘Not great for you, but definitely plausible. Just keep it in mind when you pick your outfit.’
    ‘Thanks,’ Jane said numbly, leaning down precariously to shove the baggie into her purse.
Apparently, Dee isn’t so much ‘careless’ as she is ‘a much ballsier undercover agent than me’.
    An AC/DC song began to play a little too loudly on the jukebox. Harris returned with a Manhattan and two bottles of Brooklyn Brown Ale. ‘So, Ella. Dee says you’ve been working around the clock lately. Between that and the fact that trying to pry her away from her new job is like trying to shove a cat into a kitchen sink, I barely see either of you any more. Tell me honestly: is it me?’
    His green eyes were mischievous, but his smile was cool and sweet, and Jane took it in like oxygen. ‘I can see why you’d be worried,’ she told him playfully, ‘but Dee’s been completely ignoring me, too. I’ve been so neglected that it’s driven me to work overtime; can you imagine?’ In the back of her mind, she wondered what Ella’s job was supposed to be –