Smiling as if giving benediction, Ku'Sox inclined his head. "I will give you Lucy," he said softly, but his hem was shaking. "That is"-he looked at Trent, silent across the room with Lucy in his grasp-"if Trenton Aloysius Kalamack agrees to take the place of his daughter as my familiar, and you take that curse from me so I might see the sun again. I do so miss the color yellow."
Trent stood ashen-faced as Lucy softly complained of nothing. He knew what it was to be a demon slave. I had rescued him from it, and he had saved my life. Now he was going to give his own again to save his daughter, to save two worlds.
"Done," Trent rasped, his expression riven with grief as he pushed Lucy into my arms. "Take her, Rachel," he said, his arm stretched out to touch his daughter's hand as he stepped back, his eyes fixed to the little girl reaching back to him. She leaned toward him, whining, and I held her close, smelling the clean scent of her hair under the stench of burnt amber.
Take the curse from him? He could go anywhere . . .
"I say, done!" Trent shouted. "Send them home!"
Ku'Sox seemed shocked. I know I was. Things were moving too fast, and I jiggled her weight, settling her to me until it felt natural. "I thought elves were known for their patience," Ku'Sox said, and my gut twisted when he looked at me. "Rachel, is this acceptable to you, providing the elf holds to his end and I have him, body and soul?"
Crap on toast. If Trent was his familiar, he couldn't help me. That wasn't even considering that Ku'Sox would have access to everything on my side of the lines. But with Nick, he had that anyway. Torn, I jiggled Lucy. Oh my God. I was going to do it, and I felt light-headed.
"Take her, I beg you." It was Trent, and I took in his hope, his grief. "Take her," he whispered again. "I need to know they are safe, my girls."
"Oh, they will never be safe," Ku'Sox said, and Trent stiffened.
"They will, or I will not agree!"
Eyes rolling to the ceiling, Ku'Sox idly pushed his rolling chair back, gesturing lightly. "As long as you serve me faithfully, why not?"
Trent's grip on my shoulder tightened, his breath coming fast in the moment of success, but I was having doubts. My eyes slid to Nick, sullen in the corner. I took a breath to answer. Ku'Sox waited, poised. Nick was tense behind him, looking like a spider. Trent was energy chained-frantic. And Bis . . . I held my breath, trying not to be obvious as I watched him signal me to fly, go, flee . . . no, I think that particular motion meant fall back and circle around.
My heart pounded. Bis was learning how to line jump. And with Lucy safe with me, there was only Trent's life in the balance. He clearly was ready to sacrifice it. The question was, did I trust him enough to give him a chance to kill Ku'Sox? I needed help with my plan, and Quen and Al were still out of commission. I didn't know who to ask.
"Throw in a trip home for Lucy and me, and you have a deal," I whispered, and Ku'Sox clapped his hands, springing to his feet to make me drop back several steps, awkward from Lucy's weight. "But you will stay out of my church and the environs. Swear to it, Ku'Sox."
"Capital! I agree! I swear!" Ku'Sox said, looking amused, but seeing a black haze blossom on his hand, I bubbled us. Lucy and I weren't his target, however.
I spun as Trent hit the floor, choking as he grasped his throat. "Hey!" I shouted, backing up with Lucy, the little girl frightened and growing heavy. "You kill him, and all your demon babies are going to die!"
Ku'Sox strode over, and I backed up, breaking my circle. "That is my foot you feel across your neck," the demon said, leaning over Trent as he gasped. "Serve me without elven trickery, or it will crush your throat, and then I will move on to your children, your family, and everything you hold dear. Do you understand?"
Sprawled, Trent nodded, hatred burning in his eyes, his hand splayed out to show the missing digits that Al had taken from him. "If you harm them, nothing will save you," he rasped, and Ku'Sox straightened his kimono with a soft hush.
"Good," he said, looking down at him. "You have spirit. I'll enjoy it after the ever-after no longer occupies me." Making a sudden puff of distaste, Ku'Sox reached down, yanking Trent's pinkie ring off. My eyes widened when he made a fist, opening it to let a shapeless mass of black char ping dully on the tile floor. He'd melted it. Two in a row. "Get up."
His attention shifted to me, and I held Lucy closer, turning her so she couldn't see her dad pick himself up off the floor. My feet moved uneasily. I still needed to get home.
"My freedom?"
My eyes flicked uneasily between Trent and Ku'Sox. Lucy felt heavy in my grasp as she cried for Trent. It wasn't as if I could just pop out and conveniently forget to free him. The curse had been embedded into his DNA and wouldn't lift easily. The best I could do was modify it. Swallowing hard, I reached out and tapped the line again. I could feel the collective, hovering just outside my awareness, and I let a small portion of myself slip into it. I'd need the strength of them to make any changes, and I was disgusted when I found them waiting, quiet and still in a watchful unease. The sons of bitches knew. They knew.
My head began to throb behind my right eye as the discordant twang the collective had absorbed from the broken lines soaked into everything. Lucy's crying stopped, and I wondered if she was picking up more than she should. "Si peccabas poenam meres," I whispered, the faint memory of a beating drum and stomping feet drifting through my memory as I began the curse anew. Tingles of wild magic sparked through me, and a hazy lassitude dulled my headache. There was an odd pulling sensation as the curse gathered itself within Ku'Sox.
Ku'Sox stiffened, his shoulders twisting as if something had struck his back. His eyes were alight, and his hands in fists. "Finish it. Free me!"
I licked my lips, my heart pounding. I couldn't look at Trent. He had taught this curse to me, learned it from Ku'Sox. It could not be untwisted, but it could be given away or modified. "I curse you, Ku'Sox Sha-Ku'ru, to be free of restraint, that you may freely travel between reality and the ever-after at your will for as long as you leave me and mine alone!"
The demon's breath sucked in, and he leaned forward, grimacing at the added restraint.
"That means you stay out of my church, you bastard," I said, relishing his anger. "You break it, and you'll find out how the Goddess rewards liars," I barked at him, heart pounding when a sleepy-eyed presence seemed to swirl through me, laughing languorously before dulling back to slumber. Crap on toast, elven magic was slippery stuff, and I gave a little jump to shift Lucy to a more comfortable position and hide my shudder.
Ku'Sox lifted his chin as if to denounce me. But when he nodded with very bad grace, I sealed the curse. "Facilis descensus Tartarus."
The curse was in Latin, but I knew it was elven magic by the tiny laugh of wicked delight echoing in my mind. It hadn't come from the collective, and Ku'Sox shuddered as the wild magic slipped reluctantly from me and onto him, the last bit twanging from my outstretched hand. My headache came back, pounding, and before I dropped the line, I felt the souls of the demons in the collective withdraw. They were somber and still, unusual for the usually vocal and self-assured demons. They'd agreed to this, but it had the transparent feeling of ambiguity.
Ku'Sox breathed slowly, and in the corner, Nick hunched into a small shadow of fear. "It will do," Ku'Sox said, and then his eyes became slate gray. "Leave. You smell like baby shit."
Lucy was starting to fidget, and I glanced at Trent. He looked crushed and beaten. "I told you I wanted a jump home. Al can't do it," I said, deciding he would refuse unless I gave him a reason. "He burned himself at the bottom of your purple sludge."
Ku'Sox looked me up and down in surprise. "And he got out? How?"
He wasn't wearing the smile I expected, and I patted Lucy, rocking like I'd seen parents in the grocery store line do. "Through his wedding rings." Ku'Sox's eyes went wide in amazement, and I shook my head, backing up. "Send us home," I demanded. "Now."
Trent's eyes closed, and I saw his lips move in a silent "Thank you," but if he was thanking me or the Goddess he didn't believe in, I didn't know.
"Go," Ku'Sox said curtly, and I tensed, slapping a bubble of thought around Lucy and myself as I felt his broken, slimy presence enfold us and push us from his reality. For a moment, I thought he might leave us halfway there and I'd have to chance shifting my aura myself, but then the stink of ever-after fell away, and the ground grew firm under my feet. The late-morning sun spilled through the new spring leaves, and I shivered, feeling winter in the spring damp.
"Home again, home again, jiggity jig," I said, patting Lucy.
"Aant achel!" the little girl said, laughing as she patted her middle. "Tickles!" I could only assume she meant the sensation of the line through her, but then her eyes widened as she saw the sleeping gargoyles perched everywhere. "Shhh," she said. "Biz-z-z-z nap."
I shifted her weight, not wanting to put her down and risk her trying to touch one. "That's right," I said as I headed for the church. "Bis is napping. Let's go call your abba." Oh God. Quen. Trent had been fond of Ceri, but Quen had loved her with the depth reserved for one who thought he'd never love at all. For once, I was glad he was injured and unable to do magic. If he had been otherwise, he'd likely be dead by now, too, having pitted himself against Ku'Sox.
"Abba!" Lucy crowed, wiggling in delight before she went still in thought. "Cookie?" she added hopefully, and my eyes filled as Lucy patted the dandelion fluff tattoo on my neck.
The sun was shining and I was home, but the reality of what had happened was falling on me anew. Ceri had died protecting Lucy. I'd make sure that Lucy knew that when she was older. "And a cookie," I said miserably as Jenks's kids found us, distracting the little girl and making her stretch for their clattering wings and bright voices.
I slowly trudged to the church through the pixy dust, wondering if the kitchen, at least, was baby proofed. I'd have to move my splat gun, bare minimum.
What had I been thinking? Ku'Sox was free. Ceri and Pierce were dead, Trent was a demon slave, again, and the son of a bitch was free.