The Witch With No Name
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The light past the front desk was decidedly gray. We were getting close to the mark. My eyes went to the elevators and the Were fidgeting in a borrowed uniform keeping the lift at the lobby for us. The Weres had cleared the building with the understanding that theyd not be involved in a magical firefight. I could understand their reluctance. Even the I.S. didnt send a Were out after a witch, much less a bunch of elves. Jenks, does Ivy know about Lucy? I asked, and he dusted a silent yes.
Trent took my elbow. We dont need Ivy, he muttered as we angled to the ornate elevators, and he frowned when I made the finger sign for be ready to move.
Ivys eyes shifted to black. Her motions graceful and holding purpose, she swooped to answer the phone. A professional, polished greeting flowed from her, but I could see the tension growing. It was falling apart even before we got started.
I said I have this, Trent said again, his voice agitated as we got in the elevator.
I never said you didnt. I pulled back in the tight confines of the lift. He was sending off sparks, and it was irritating.
Jenks smirked, smacking the button for the sixth floor, and the doors closed. Theres a small contingent of Weres up there, but they wont show unless you scream for them, Jenks said, and Trent exhaled some of his tension. Were going in blind, the pixy added, miffed.
Because of the keyed locks, right? I said.
Yes, because of the keyed locks, Jenks said, hands on his hips. Most of the doors fit too tightly against the floor, too. Tink-blasted fire codes. I can go in through the ductwork, but I dont know the layout and it would take at least twenty minutes.
We didnt have twenty minutes, and I caught myself before I chewed on my lower lip.
Thats why I got rid of my card system, Trent said, but his brow was pinched and it was obvious he was thinking of Lucy. We cant go in spells flying if my daughter is in there.
We wont, I said as the doors opened.
Then how are we going to do this? he asked, tight on my heels as I followed Jenks into the elevator lobby.
I dont know yet. My nose wrinkled. The scent of Were was thick up here, and there were signs of a scuffle, hastily cleaned up: the flower vase had no water, and there was a petal stuck to the glass that never would have passed inspection.
Rachel . . . , Trent prompted, and I hesitated, seeing his worry for his daughter, for me, for his people.
I dont know, but Ill be taken and beaten before I hurt Lucy.
Jenks was waiting at the end of the hall, and my stomach tightened as I counted down the room numbers. Lucy was in one of them, probably the one with the crib.
Which one? Trent whispered as we came to the suite of rooms.
Give me your phone, I said as I had a sudden idea and held my hand out. Lucy is probably with Ellasbeth, right? I scrolled through Trents numbers called to find her. Trent nodded, eyes widening as I punched a button and put the phone to an ear. So we find out what room shes in.
Works for me, Jenks said, hovering between us.
Trents cell was ringing, and we stared at the twin doors before uswaiting. There was only a muted conversation from a TV. My pulse hammered, and then, so soft as to almost be imagined, the repeated ping of an incoming call rang from a tiny speaker.
It was coming from behind us.
I spun. Jenks darted to one of the doors across the hall, pointing at it with exaggerated excitement. I slid Trents phone away and took up the smooth feel of cool steel instead.
No spells, Trent hissed.
You think Im going to shoot Lucy? I said tartly.
Frowning, he took up a position on one side of the door, and I took the other. Housekeeping, I whispered, trying to keep the key from scraping as I fit it, but it was the master key and it needed some persuasion.
Let me. Trent wrenched the handle and the key at the same time, and the lock clicked open.
Jenks zipped in before the door was even half an inch out of the frame. Moss-wipe elf! he exclaimed, and Trent shoved the door open in a panic. Tinks a Disney whore. Rache!
Panicked, Trent lurched in, leaving me to try to get the key out of the lock so I could shut the door. That call might have carried, and the last thing I wanted was Landon to find us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Jenks shrilled, and I finally got the key free. I think you got him!
Flushed, I shoved the door shut and bolted into the outer sitting room. Trent had one knee on the back of a big, blond, and unconscious man. The scent of ozone was thick, and Jenkss dust sparked as it picked up the unspent magic. Behind them, Ellasbeth watched with wide eyes. She was tied to a chair and gagged, and my lips parted. Ellasbeth was tied to a chair? Oh, she was pissed, too, her face red and muffled shouts trying to escape around her gag. I wasnt sure I wanted to untie her. Shaking with adrenaline, Trent looked up at me, then Ellasbeth. He made no move to untie her either, and the woman jumped in the chair, furious.
Nicely done, Mr. Kung Fu! Jenks said, clearly impressed. You didnt kill him this time!
This time? I inched in. Jenks, are we clear?
Yep. He was grinning, hands on his h*ps as he looked at Ellasbeths fury.
Trent dropped the unconscious mans gun. Face white, he strode to Ellasbeth and yanked the gag down. Wheres Lucy?
Ellasbeth took a gasping breath. That son of a bitch! she raved, blond hair in her mouth, her eyes everywhere. Hes crazy! Hes going to kill the ley lines! Hes going to end magic!
Where is Lucy, Ellasbeth? Trent demanded, and then his head snapped around at a delighted Daddy! from the back room.
I stumbled out of the way as Trent bolted to her. I couldnt help my smile when I heard Lucy calling again, her little-child voice raised in delight. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Surprise!
Jenks was at the door, looking in at them even as he hovered backward to me. I love reunions, he said, his dust shifting to a melancholy orange.
I looked at the clock on the wall, my smile fading. Go get Ivy, will you? I said, and Jenkss dust shifted gray. Trent was out of it, and I needed help.
You got it. Jenks darted through the door and into the hallway as I opened it a crack.
How about some help here? Ellasbeth said bitterly.
Sighing, I listened to the quiet hallway, deciding everything was okay before I shut the door. He tied you up, huh? I asked as I used the downed elfs knife to cut her bonds.
Landon is a philistine, she said, rubbing her wrists and wiggling her ankles forme to hurry up. Hes tricking his own people into ending magic with the promise of killing all the demons. You cant kill demons without magic. What if they arent pulled back? How do you do magic without the lines? You dont! She hesitated at the soft scuff at the bedroom door, her face going white as she looked at Trent standing there with Lucy on his hip, the little girl patting at his frown lines.
Hi, Mommy, she said, wiggling her feet. Surprise!
I blinked when a little purple rocking horse with wings suddenly appeared and Lucy squealed in delight. Al had taught her a new trick.
Trent . . .
Ellasbeth tried to stand, and I shoved her back down. Ticked, the woman frowned at me. Hes using the vampires undead souls as an excuse to break the lines, she said. We have to stop him. With the lines broken, the ever-after
Will shrink and implode on itself, I said blandly, interrupting her as I freed her feet.
How do you know that?
Finished, I rocked back and slowly stood, deciding to keep the knife. Because I stopped KuSox from doing the same thing. It must have given Landon the idea.
She started to move, and I shook my head. Stay put.
I didnt know that was his plan, Ellasbeth said, peeved but flicking nervous glances at the man Trent had downed. I never meant it to get this out of hand. I only wanted to scare you, Trent. Im so sorry.
Trents white face wasnt going away. Lucy was singing as she sat on his hip, and his expression became frightened as his eyes met mine. I cant, he said, those two words almost tearing him in two.
Daddy, wheres Ray-Ray?
I swallowed hard as I remembered him forcing Lucy into my arms and demanding I leave, Trent willingly becoming KuSoxs slave to save her. Dont worry about it, I said softly, and Ellasbeth looked between us, her lips pressed as she tried to figure it out. Jenks is getting Ivy. Get them both out of here.
What? Ellasbeth said as I pulled her to her feet. Hey!
Angry, I took out a little of my misplaced aggression on her, pinching her shoulder and getting in her face. You want to be tied up again? I said sharply, and her anger flashed to fear. Then get out of here.
The man at my feet moved, and I pulled out my splat gun and shot him in the back. With a little sigh, he collapsed. Ellasbeth looked at him, then me, standing before her with a gun in one hand, a knife in the other. Slowly I handed the knife to Trent, who double-sheathed it with his own longer knife. I suggest you go fast and quiet, I added.
Wheres-s-s-s-s Ray-Ray! Lucy bubbled, clearly not frightened, but hey, the girl had been kidnapped three times now.
Smiling, Trent jiggled her on his hip. Shhh, Lucy. We have to be quiet to go find Ray.
The little girl bounced happily, then suddenly concentrated on her fingers until she got them to snap. The flying rocking horse exploded into a puff of pink smoke, and the little girl laughed, delighted. If we survived this, I was going to have to talk to Al about the spells little girls should and shouldnt know.
But she was being way too loud, and as Ellasbeth darted around the room gathering her purse, her coat, her heels . . . whatever, I turned to Lucy, worried they wouldnt get down that first crucial hallway. Trent wasnt having much luck as Lucy kept making and exploding winged horses into little pink clouds Lucy? I said suddenly. Do you want to play hide-and-seek?
Trent sighed as Lucy stopped bouncing, her eyes going wide as she covered them. Shhh, she whispered, then flung her hands from her, smacking Trent in the face as she cried out, Here I am!
Smiling, I tugged her sweater straight. Thats right. But you have to be quiet to find Ray. Shhhh. Ready?
Trents free hand touched my waist, and I froze.
Rachel . . . I . . .
The door opened and I spun, relaxing when Jenks darted in, Ivy shutting the door softly behind herself.
Just go, I said, resisting the urge to straighten his hat after Lucy knocked it. Ivy and I have this.
Ellasbeth shrugged her long coat, looking at us as if jealous. You cant stop him without elven magic.
Watch us, I said, my confidence faltering.
Jenkss wings hummed. Guys, my pixy sense is tingling.
Trent stiffened. Its the curse. Hes starting it.
Then youd better get going, I said, shoving him to the hallway. Ellasbeth, where are they?
The womans lips pressed together. Ivys eyes shifted to black, and Jenkss wings clattered a warning. But then Lucy giggled, and Ellasbeths shoulders slumped. Hes across the hall, she said. But you cant stop him. Hes got like six men in there.
Jenks snickered, and my eyes flicked to the one who had been guarding her. I was going to miss Trents help, but hell, Id been doing this long before I learned he was worth my trust. And to be honest, it would be easier if I wasnt worrying about him.
Ready, I looked at Ivy, waiting by the door. Jenks was hovering at her shoulder, and I knew we had this. Go, I said, and Trent shifted Lucy on his hip.
Thank you, he said, eyes glinting as he hesitated briefly in front of me before putting a hand on Ellasbeths back and hustling her out the door and down the hallway. We followed them in case there was trouble. Lucy was whispering loudly, but I didnt think it would make it past the thick doors and soundproofed walls.
Just like old times, Jenks said, and I couldnt help my smile as I checked my hopper.
Old times, I scoffed, relishing the adrenaline scouring through me. Weve only been doing this for three years.
Yeah, but for a pixy, thats like a decade.
Ivy was testing the edge of the knife Trent had given her. Her head came up and she tossed it, catching it again to hold it properly. She looked at the door and then cocked her head. After you, Jenks?
Jenks shrugged. I cant open it. Its a manual.
Manual it is, the vampire said, and with a soft grunt, she planted a side kick on the lock, exploding the door inward.
Chapter 26
The thick, supposedly kick-proof door took two blows of Ivys boot before the lock broke free of the studs and the door slammed into the opposite wall. Men shouted, and Ivy dove in, hands in fists and screaming. Jenks was a hot sparkle of dust after her, and I followed as the thuds of fists into flesh exploded into the snap of a wrist or knee and a masculine bellow of outrage.
Trent took my elbow. We dont need Ivy, he muttered as we angled to the ornate elevators, and he frowned when I made the finger sign for be ready to move.
Ivys eyes shifted to black. Her motions graceful and holding purpose, she swooped to answer the phone. A professional, polished greeting flowed from her, but I could see the tension growing. It was falling apart even before we got started.
I said I have this, Trent said again, his voice agitated as we got in the elevator.
I never said you didnt. I pulled back in the tight confines of the lift. He was sending off sparks, and it was irritating.
Jenks smirked, smacking the button for the sixth floor, and the doors closed. Theres a small contingent of Weres up there, but they wont show unless you scream for them, Jenks said, and Trent exhaled some of his tension. Were going in blind, the pixy added, miffed.
Because of the keyed locks, right? I said.
Yes, because of the keyed locks, Jenks said, hands on his hips. Most of the doors fit too tightly against the floor, too. Tink-blasted fire codes. I can go in through the ductwork, but I dont know the layout and it would take at least twenty minutes.
We didnt have twenty minutes, and I caught myself before I chewed on my lower lip.
Thats why I got rid of my card system, Trent said, but his brow was pinched and it was obvious he was thinking of Lucy. We cant go in spells flying if my daughter is in there.
We wont, I said as the doors opened.
Then how are we going to do this? he asked, tight on my heels as I followed Jenks into the elevator lobby.
I dont know yet. My nose wrinkled. The scent of Were was thick up here, and there were signs of a scuffle, hastily cleaned up: the flower vase had no water, and there was a petal stuck to the glass that never would have passed inspection.
Rachel . . . , Trent prompted, and I hesitated, seeing his worry for his daughter, for me, for his people.
I dont know, but Ill be taken and beaten before I hurt Lucy.
Jenks was waiting at the end of the hall, and my stomach tightened as I counted down the room numbers. Lucy was in one of them, probably the one with the crib.
Which one? Trent whispered as we came to the suite of rooms.
Give me your phone, I said as I had a sudden idea and held my hand out. Lucy is probably with Ellasbeth, right? I scrolled through Trents numbers called to find her. Trent nodded, eyes widening as I punched a button and put the phone to an ear. So we find out what room shes in.
Works for me, Jenks said, hovering between us.
Trents cell was ringing, and we stared at the twin doors before uswaiting. There was only a muted conversation from a TV. My pulse hammered, and then, so soft as to almost be imagined, the repeated ping of an incoming call rang from a tiny speaker.
It was coming from behind us.
I spun. Jenks darted to one of the doors across the hall, pointing at it with exaggerated excitement. I slid Trents phone away and took up the smooth feel of cool steel instead.
No spells, Trent hissed.
You think Im going to shoot Lucy? I said tartly.
Frowning, he took up a position on one side of the door, and I took the other. Housekeeping, I whispered, trying to keep the key from scraping as I fit it, but it was the master key and it needed some persuasion.
Let me. Trent wrenched the handle and the key at the same time, and the lock clicked open.
Jenks zipped in before the door was even half an inch out of the frame. Moss-wipe elf! he exclaimed, and Trent shoved the door open in a panic. Tinks a Disney whore. Rache!
Panicked, Trent lurched in, leaving me to try to get the key out of the lock so I could shut the door. That call might have carried, and the last thing I wanted was Landon to find us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Jenks shrilled, and I finally got the key free. I think you got him!
Flushed, I shoved the door shut and bolted into the outer sitting room. Trent had one knee on the back of a big, blond, and unconscious man. The scent of ozone was thick, and Jenkss dust sparked as it picked up the unspent magic. Behind them, Ellasbeth watched with wide eyes. She was tied to a chair and gagged, and my lips parted. Ellasbeth was tied to a chair? Oh, she was pissed, too, her face red and muffled shouts trying to escape around her gag. I wasnt sure I wanted to untie her. Shaking with adrenaline, Trent looked up at me, then Ellasbeth. He made no move to untie her either, and the woman jumped in the chair, furious.
Nicely done, Mr. Kung Fu! Jenks said, clearly impressed. You didnt kill him this time!
This time? I inched in. Jenks, are we clear?
Yep. He was grinning, hands on his h*ps as he looked at Ellasbeths fury.
Trent dropped the unconscious mans gun. Face white, he strode to Ellasbeth and yanked the gag down. Wheres Lucy?
Ellasbeth took a gasping breath. That son of a bitch! she raved, blond hair in her mouth, her eyes everywhere. Hes crazy! Hes going to kill the ley lines! Hes going to end magic!
Where is Lucy, Ellasbeth? Trent demanded, and then his head snapped around at a delighted Daddy! from the back room.
I stumbled out of the way as Trent bolted to her. I couldnt help my smile when I heard Lucy calling again, her little-child voice raised in delight. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Surprise!
Jenks was at the door, looking in at them even as he hovered backward to me. I love reunions, he said, his dust shifting to a melancholy orange.
I looked at the clock on the wall, my smile fading. Go get Ivy, will you? I said, and Jenkss dust shifted gray. Trent was out of it, and I needed help.
You got it. Jenks darted through the door and into the hallway as I opened it a crack.
How about some help here? Ellasbeth said bitterly.
Sighing, I listened to the quiet hallway, deciding everything was okay before I shut the door. He tied you up, huh? I asked as I used the downed elfs knife to cut her bonds.
Landon is a philistine, she said, rubbing her wrists and wiggling her ankles forme to hurry up. Hes tricking his own people into ending magic with the promise of killing all the demons. You cant kill demons without magic. What if they arent pulled back? How do you do magic without the lines? You dont! She hesitated at the soft scuff at the bedroom door, her face going white as she looked at Trent standing there with Lucy on his hip, the little girl patting at his frown lines.
Hi, Mommy, she said, wiggling her feet. Surprise!
I blinked when a little purple rocking horse with wings suddenly appeared and Lucy squealed in delight. Al had taught her a new trick.
Trent . . .
Ellasbeth tried to stand, and I shoved her back down. Ticked, the woman frowned at me. Hes using the vampires undead souls as an excuse to break the lines, she said. We have to stop him. With the lines broken, the ever-after
Will shrink and implode on itself, I said blandly, interrupting her as I freed her feet.
How do you know that?
Finished, I rocked back and slowly stood, deciding to keep the knife. Because I stopped KuSox from doing the same thing. It must have given Landon the idea.
She started to move, and I shook my head. Stay put.
I didnt know that was his plan, Ellasbeth said, peeved but flicking nervous glances at the man Trent had downed. I never meant it to get this out of hand. I only wanted to scare you, Trent. Im so sorry.
Trents white face wasnt going away. Lucy was singing as she sat on his hip, and his expression became frightened as his eyes met mine. I cant, he said, those two words almost tearing him in two.
Daddy, wheres Ray-Ray?
I swallowed hard as I remembered him forcing Lucy into my arms and demanding I leave, Trent willingly becoming KuSoxs slave to save her. Dont worry about it, I said softly, and Ellasbeth looked between us, her lips pressed as she tried to figure it out. Jenks is getting Ivy. Get them both out of here.
What? Ellasbeth said as I pulled her to her feet. Hey!
Angry, I took out a little of my misplaced aggression on her, pinching her shoulder and getting in her face. You want to be tied up again? I said sharply, and her anger flashed to fear. Then get out of here.
The man at my feet moved, and I pulled out my splat gun and shot him in the back. With a little sigh, he collapsed. Ellasbeth looked at him, then me, standing before her with a gun in one hand, a knife in the other. Slowly I handed the knife to Trent, who double-sheathed it with his own longer knife. I suggest you go fast and quiet, I added.
Wheres-s-s-s-s Ray-Ray! Lucy bubbled, clearly not frightened, but hey, the girl had been kidnapped three times now.
Smiling, Trent jiggled her on his hip. Shhh, Lucy. We have to be quiet to go find Ray.
The little girl bounced happily, then suddenly concentrated on her fingers until she got them to snap. The flying rocking horse exploded into a puff of pink smoke, and the little girl laughed, delighted. If we survived this, I was going to have to talk to Al about the spells little girls should and shouldnt know.
But she was being way too loud, and as Ellasbeth darted around the room gathering her purse, her coat, her heels . . . whatever, I turned to Lucy, worried they wouldnt get down that first crucial hallway. Trent wasnt having much luck as Lucy kept making and exploding winged horses into little pink clouds Lucy? I said suddenly. Do you want to play hide-and-seek?
Trent sighed as Lucy stopped bouncing, her eyes going wide as she covered them. Shhh, she whispered, then flung her hands from her, smacking Trent in the face as she cried out, Here I am!
Smiling, I tugged her sweater straight. Thats right. But you have to be quiet to find Ray. Shhhh. Ready?
Trents free hand touched my waist, and I froze.
Rachel . . . I . . .
The door opened and I spun, relaxing when Jenks darted in, Ivy shutting the door softly behind herself.
Just go, I said, resisting the urge to straighten his hat after Lucy knocked it. Ivy and I have this.
Ellasbeth shrugged her long coat, looking at us as if jealous. You cant stop him without elven magic.
Watch us, I said, my confidence faltering.
Jenkss wings hummed. Guys, my pixy sense is tingling.
Trent stiffened. Its the curse. Hes starting it.
Then youd better get going, I said, shoving him to the hallway. Ellasbeth, where are they?
The womans lips pressed together. Ivys eyes shifted to black, and Jenkss wings clattered a warning. But then Lucy giggled, and Ellasbeths shoulders slumped. Hes across the hall, she said. But you cant stop him. Hes got like six men in there.
Jenks snickered, and my eyes flicked to the one who had been guarding her. I was going to miss Trents help, but hell, Id been doing this long before I learned he was worth my trust. And to be honest, it would be easier if I wasnt worrying about him.
Ready, I looked at Ivy, waiting by the door. Jenks was hovering at her shoulder, and I knew we had this. Go, I said, and Trent shifted Lucy on his hip.
Thank you, he said, eyes glinting as he hesitated briefly in front of me before putting a hand on Ellasbeths back and hustling her out the door and down the hallway. We followed them in case there was trouble. Lucy was whispering loudly, but I didnt think it would make it past the thick doors and soundproofed walls.
Just like old times, Jenks said, and I couldnt help my smile as I checked my hopper.
Old times, I scoffed, relishing the adrenaline scouring through me. Weve only been doing this for three years.
Yeah, but for a pixy, thats like a decade.
Ivy was testing the edge of the knife Trent had given her. Her head came up and she tossed it, catching it again to hold it properly. She looked at the door and then cocked her head. After you, Jenks?
Jenks shrugged. I cant open it. Its a manual.
Manual it is, the vampire said, and with a soft grunt, she planted a side kick on the lock, exploding the door inward.
Chapter 26
The thick, supposedly kick-proof door took two blows of Ivys boot before the lock broke free of the studs and the door slammed into the opposite wall. Men shouted, and Ivy dove in, hands in fists and screaming. Jenks was a hot sparkle of dust after her, and I followed as the thuds of fists into flesh exploded into the snap of a wrist or knee and a masculine bellow of outrage.
