All three witches grinned.

Mary leaned back. “All right, then. So, you didn’t kill this bloke back in your realm, but you’re accused of the murder and you’re…wanting to prove your innocence?”

“Exactly!” I pointed at her approvingly. “You get it!”

“It’s not rocket science, honey.”

“Everything after one of those cocktails feels like rocket science.”

“Fair enough,” Beth said.

“I need to be able to sneak into the morgue,” I explained.

“And I need to go with her,” said Mac.

Coraline nodded. “Okay. Two potions to change your looks.”

“I don’t know if I need one,” Mac replied. “They won’t recognize me in the human world.”

“Well, you’re getting one because we have two objects we want read.”

“Deal,” I said. “I can do that when I get back.”

“Now,” Coraline insisted.

Her tone was firm, and I nodded. “Sure thing, boss.”

Jeeves appeared again, a box in his hands. He looked at Mary as he set it on the table. “The things you requested, madam.”

“Thanks, pal.” Mary slapped him on the back as he walked away, then pushed the box toward me. The grin she shot me made a shiver go down my spine, and I stared at the box like there might be a head inside.

10

Carrow

“That was quick,” I said.

“That’s me, babe.” Mary nodded to the box. “Now get reading.”

I opened it slowly, revealing an old wine glass and an intricate silver brooch. I stared at them before touching. “I can’t control if I see past or present. But usually, what I see is useful.”

“Useful how?” Mary asked.

“It reveals when danger is coming, or when something terrible happened. Sometimes good stuff, too, but that’s rare.”

“Well, try to see who once owned them.”

“I’ll try.” True, my vision was currently blurry, and I felt like I might keel over on the bench soon, but maybe this would help.

I drew in a deep breath and tried to imagine seeing the original owner. I had no idea if this was how magic worked, but I figured I might as well try.

“Show me the owner,” I murmured, feeling like a crazy witch in an old movie.

I glanced up at the three actual crazy witches in front of me, then down at the Cookie Monster bikini I was wearing. Hmm…not so far off the crazy witch vibe, myself.

My fingers closed around the wine glass, and an image slammed into my head. A beautiful blonde woman dressed in some kind of old-fashioned clothing, like something from a World War II movie. Same for her precise makeup and sculpted updo. I could vaguely hear another person speaking in the background of the vision: “I told you I’d curse you, Ophelia.”

Ophelia?

A shadow appeared from the side, bringing with it a flash of pink light that enveloped Ophelia. Chanting sounded in a language that I didn't recognize, and I struggled to memorize the words. Ophelia shrieked, then shrank into a tiny silver brooch.

I blinked, looking at the brooch that still sat in the box.

It was the same.

I jerked back, shock lancing through me.

“What is it?” Mary’s voice interrupted my vision.

I looked up. “Uh, I think this brooch might be a person.”

“Told you.” Mary nudged Coraline. “What else did you see, Carrow?”

I described the pink smoke and the words that the person had said, hoping I got them right. The witches seemed satisfied, at least from the looks on their faces.

“Do the brooch now,” Mary said.

I touched the brooch, which burned like hell. Blackness exploded in front of my vision, and I surged backward.

“Shit.” Shaking my hand, I looked up. “I couldn’t see anything besides darkness.”

“Well, that Ophelia is a bitch.”

“And she’s now a brooch?” I looked down at the metal.

“Yeah, and we’ve got to get her out,” Beth said.

“I thought you said she was a bitch,” I said.

“Yeah, she’s our bitch.” Coraline grinned. “What exactly did you see in the brooch?”

“Blackness, like I said. Let me try again.”

I touched it once more, and a shrieking sounded, followed by a bright flash of light in the shape of three triangles overlapping each other. I opened my eyes and described it to them.

Mary nodded. “Thanks for your service. You’ve confirmed what we thought and told us the spell that turned her into that thing.”

I didn’t remember telling them a spell, but they seemed satisfied. “No problem.”

“Jeeves will bring you the potions to change your appearance.” Mary looked at Mac. “You both need to take them.”

“In the meantime, enjoy the party.” Beth grinned.

“We kind of need to get a move on,” I said, my head still woozy.

“Well, you’re going to need to walk off your drunk a bit,” Coraline said. “Might as well do it here.”

“Yeah, sure.” I looked at Mac, who nodded.

The three witches left, hurrying off with their box. Which contained their friend.

Weird.

Mac looked at me. “I’m going to go try to find something so we can sober up some.”

“Cool.” I turned and looked at the glittering room. People still danced, seeming to sway in front of my vision. A flash of movement in the corner caught my eye, and I blinked. “What was that?”

“What?” Mac asked.

“I swear I saw something.”

Mac frowned. “You’re pissed.”

“Maybe. But I saw something.”

“Go investigate. I’ll find you soon.”

“Deal.” I staggered toward the flicker of movement against the dark, glittering wall. My steps became more graceful the farther I walked, but I was still pretty out of my mind. Fortunately, the drunken dancers around me hid most of my awkwardness.

As I neared the wall, the air seemed to vibrate slightly. I pushed my way through the rest of the crowd, finding a hallway. It was shadowed and apparently empty, but it beckoned to me.

My heartbeat surged as I stepped toward it.

Was someone in there?

I moved forward, swaying only slightly now. I still felt drunk, but I at least had control of my limbs. I wasn’t going to faceplant.

Anticipation surged through me as I stepped into the darkened hallway.

I smelled him before I saw him—a spicy, whiskey-and-fireside scent. And the connection…that strange fizzing in my chest, a lightness I’d never felt before. The wire that connected us.

The Devil of Darkvale was here.

I squinted into the dark, barely able to make out the shadow of a man. He was huge, towering over me with a leonine grace that was all threat. My heart leapt into my throat as my hand flashed out and miraculously collided with a light switch. I flipped it on, and a faint golden glow gleamed from the ceiling.

It cast the Devil in a fiery light that only seemed to emphasize his icy hardness. He leaned casually against the wall, every muscle perfectly still but ready to pounce. If I tried to run, he’d be on me in a heartbeat.

Shadows flickered over his eerily perfect features, making his cheekbones look sharp as glass and his lips full and kissable. They didn’t fit with the rest of his hard face, and the contrast made something in my belly flutter.

He was still dressed in an impeccable suit, but it didn’t make him look staid or boring or even like a businessman. No, he looked like a spy. If spies had fangs. I couldn’t see his now, but the memory of them flickered in my mind.

“Why are you here?” I was glad that my voice sounded stable. I could still feel the wooziness that came with the drink I’d had earlier, but the sight of him sobered me up some.

His gaze traveled down my body, and I remembered with a start that I was still dressed in the blue bikini. My hair was wet.

We were a good two meters apart, but it was too close. I stepped back.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“When you look at me like I’m a piece of steak, yeah.”

“Not steak.”

“No?”

“Cake.”

I scowled at him. “I am not food.” I pointed to his mouth. “And considering the fact that you do eat people, I’m finding that comparison a bit too close for comfort.”

Something unidentifiable crossed his handsome face. “I don’t eat people.”

“Hmm, I feel like you’re splitting hairs.” I kept my distance. “Why are you here?”

“I followed you.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was worried about. Why?”

“You froze me in my own office.”

“You scared me.”

“I did?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” I shifted, wishing I had a weapon on me. It was weird to be attracted to someone I was terrified of.

“Do you scare easily?”

“Only when it’s wise.”

“Is it wise now?”

Something tingled down my spine, and I wondered. “Undetermined. Why are you here?”

“I’m interested in you.”

You. Not the murder, but you.

Maybe because he was the murderer. I couldn’t rule it out, even though it seemed less likely. At least, it felt less likely. I hoped my attraction wasn’t driving me off the scent.

Nerves shivered up my spine. “Oh?”

An unseen force seemed to tug me toward him, and I resisted it. I wanted to get close enough to touch him, but I also wanted to walk out of here with all my fingers intact. Not to mention my throat.

I reached for the vial hanging around my neck, unscrewed it from the chain., and held it up. “This is a truth serum from Eve. Drink it and tell me you didn’t commit this murder or the murder of a woman killed on Fleet Street on the twentieth of June last year.”