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“Don’t tell me you got another demon mark?”
    He left my shoulder when I sent the mop across the floor, apparently finding the back-and-forth motion too much to take. “No, he owes me,” I said nervously, and Jenks’s jaw dropped. “I’m going to see if he’ll take Al’s mark off me in exchange. Or maybe Newt’s.”
    Jenks hovered before me, and I straightened, tired as I leaned on the mop. His eyes were wide and incredulous. The pixy had a wife and way too many kids living in a stump in the garden. He was a family man, but he had the face and body of an eighteen-year-old. A very sexy, tiny eighteen-year-old with wings, and sparkles, and a mop of blond hair that needed arranging. His wife, Matalina, was a very happy pixy, and she dressed him in skintight outfits that were distracting despite his minute size. That he was nearing the end of his life span was killing me and Ivy both. He was more than a steadfast partner skilled in detection, infiltration, and security—he was our friend.
    â€œYou think the demon will do that?” Jenks said. “Damn, Rache. That’d be great!”
    I shrugged. “It’s worth a shot, but all I did was tell him where Newt was.”
    From the kitchen came Ivy’s voice raised in irritation. “It’s 1597Oakstaff. Yes.” There was a hesitation, then, “Really? I didn’t know you kept those kinds of records. It would have been nice if someone had told us we were a paranormal city shelter. Shouldn’t we be getting a tax break or something?” Her voice had gone wary, and I wondered what was up.
    Jenks lit on the edge of the bucket, wiping a spot to sit before settling himself, his dragonfly wings stilling to look like gossamer. The mop wasn’t doing it; I would have to scrub. Sighing, I dropped to my knees and felt around the bottom of the bucket for the brush.
    â€œNo, it was sanctified,” Ivy continued, her voice growing louder, clear over the hiss of the bristles. “It isn’t anymore.” A slight pause and she added. “We had an incident.” Another hesitation and she said, “We had an incident. How much to do the entire church?”
    My stomach clenched when she added softly, “How much to do just the bedrooms?”
    I looked at Jenks, guilt rising thick in me. Maybe we could get the city to defray the cost if we refiled as a city shelter. It wasn’t as if we could ask the landlord to fix it. Piscary owned the church, and though Ivy had dropped the facade of paying rent to the master vampire she looked to, we were responsible for the upkeep. It was like living rent free in your parents’ house when they were on an extended vacation—vacation being jail in this case, thanks to me. It was an ugly story, but at least I hadn’t killed him…uh, for good.
    Ivy’s sigh was audible over the sound of my work. “Can you get out here before tonight?” she asked, making me feel marginally better.
    I didn’t hear the answer to that, but there was no more conversation forthcoming, and I focused on rubbing out the smears, moving clockwise as I went. Jenks watched for a moment from the rim of the bucket, then said, “You look like a porno star on your hands and knees, mopping in your underwear. Push it, baby,” he moaned. “Push it!”
    I glanced up to find him making rude motions. Doesn’t he have anything better to do? But I knew he was trying to cheer me up—least that’s what I was telling myself.
    As his wings turned red from laughter, I jerked my robe closed and sat back on my knees before I blew a shoulder-length red curl from my face. Taking a swing at his smirk would be useless—he had gotten really fast since his stint under a demon curse that made him people-size. And turning my back to him would be worse.
    â€œCould you straighten my desk for me?” I asked, allowing a touch of annoyance into my