you lied to her about how bad you were hurt. Pierce taught me how to jump here. I swam from the mainland, but it’s too cold for Pierce. No one saw me. I didn’t know I could ride the lines. It was cool, Ms. Rachel! First I’m in your kitchen, and then bam! San Francisco! Just that fast. The lines taste funny, here, though.” He finally ran out of words, his red eyes glowing faintly.
“Pierce didn’t know I was in trouble until you told him?” I insisted, not believing that Al had just let him go. And I really didn’t like the demons sending me a babysitter. I could take care of myself. Most days. Today I could use some help though.
The small gargoyle shifted, his wings brushing my ankles to send a burst of awareness through me. “Not a clue. He’s really upset. He didn’t even know which line to jump to until I told him which line you came in on. That’s why he showed me how to jump. Ivy said it was okay. All I had to do was listen to the ley lines. You left your aura all over the place. Following you was freakier than a boy soprano’s voice changing in the middle of ‘Ave Maria,’ especially when the line we came out of was all broken and stuff, but it was easy! No one told me gargoyles could jump the lines. Even my dad doesn’t know, and he’s old!”
Gargoyles can jump the lines? Well, they could slide right through a protection circle, and it made Al’s comment last winter about my “having my gargoyle” all the more intriguing. But why didn’t gargoyles know they could? Demon censorship? Sounded about right.
“Pierce knew exactly where they had taken you when we popped out of that line,” Bis said, inching closer, his glowing eyes pinched in worry. “Are you okay?”
I wasn’t, but I forced a smile. “I’m much better now,” I whispered. “You did good. I’m really happy to see you. Can you get back on your own?”
He shook his head, his thick canines making him look terribly fierce as he frowned. “I promised Pierce I wouldn’t jump without him. He says I’m not good enough.”
I smiled, thoroughly understanding how it rankled to be told you weren’t good enough. In this case, though, I was all for a little adult supervision. How Pierce knew the coven would put me here sort of bothered me. True, he’d been a member of the coven of moral and ethical standards himself—before they bricked him into the ground, alive—but Alcatraz hadn’t been a prison when he’d been living.
“Bis,” I said, wincing when my knees bent. “Can you show me what Pierce showed you? Maybe we can get home together.”
The pair of glowing eyes slowly shifted. “Not really. I don’t have the words, Ms. Rachel. Pierce said people have to learn from an experienced gargoyle, not a, uh, novice. He can’t jump you either. But it’s okay,” he rushed on when my brow furrowed. “Ivy has someone to bring you home right before the lines close to summoning in Cincinnati.”
My knees throbbed, and his eyes shifted from orange to their usual dull red. Even the hard metal floor didn’t feel so cold. I was going home. Before they lobotomized me.
Mistaking my relief for despair, Bis edged closer, almost putting a claw on my leg. “Pierce would come rescue you himself, Ms. Rachel, but the water is too cold. No one saw me swim over. It used to be an old fort, and I only needed a little crack to get in.”
He was trying to cheer me up, and I nodded, not knowing what to do with my hands and aware of the cuffs for the first time in hours. Bis could slip through the smallest opening, like an octopus. It had driven Jenks crazy until one night the fun-loving teen showed him how he did it.
“I didn’t know you could swim,” I said softly, running a finger between me and the steel around my wrist. “The ward around the island didn’t stop you?”
“It’s just a modified ley line,” the young gargoyle said loftily. “It can’t keep me out.”
“Is Ivy okay? And Jenks?” I hung on his words, starved for the memory of comfort and companionship, and I watched his eyes shift when he nodded.
“Jenks’s wing is bent, but he’s okay. He can still fly and stuff. They want to wait to summon you home until the sun almost rises in Cincy so the council can’t summon you back again. That’s what I came to tell you. Pierce is worried. He says not to eat the food.”
He knew about the food? I mused, disturbed. “Nick summoned me here,” I said bitterly.
“Nick?” The young gargoyle rocked back. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” I answered sourly. “He walked right after, but if they throw enough money at him, he’ll probably do it again.” Bis had heard of Nick by way of Jenks bad-mouthing him, but obviously had never met him. “I have to talk to Al when I get home,” I said, probing my knees to see how bad they were, and the dull throb turned into a stabbing pain. “I don’t need Pierce babysitting me. That’s what Jenks and Ivy are for.”
“That’s what Ivy thinks, too,” Bis said softly, his eyes darting, making me think she’d said so in no uncertain words. Loud ones, probably.
I’d tried to make Al take his summoning name back before, but part of the deal was that he’d remove one of my demon marks, something he didn’t want to do. I hadn’t pressed the issue since Al couldn’t abduct anyone if he couldn’t be summoned. That the situation could be used against me had never crossed my mind. I shivered, the backs of my swollen knees pressed against the icy floor. I’d been pulled around like a toy. No wonder demons showed up pissed.
“You’re cold,” Bis said, as if only now realizing it. The kid could, and did, sleep in the snow.
“Mmmm-hmm.” My misery was temporary. I could endure it.
“I can help,” he said, and a dull red warmth blossomed in the dark, lighting my cell with a weird shadow glow as his skin turned pink. He was glowing like an overheated rock, his gray, pebbly skin taking on a luminescent sheen. Bis’s big tufted ears were back like a scolded puppy’s, and his pushed-in, ugly face was pinched in worry. His tail, too, was wrapped around his oversize feet to make himself as small as he could. “Bis, you are a wonder!” I said, holding my hands out until I pulled them back from the sudden heat. My shins, too, were getting warm.
The teenage gargoyle blushed, sending out a wash of heat, but then his big ears pricked and swiveled, his eyes following a second later. The sound of a buzzing alarm came faintly, followed by a key in my outer door’s lock. Shit. Was it time for my interrogation already?
“Hide,” I said, and he immediately dampened the heat and the light with it. “Don’t do anything unless they try to take me to the hospital wing. They might give me a lobotomy.”
“I won’t let them” came his voice from the dark ceiling, and the faintest scratch of nail on metal sounded. The memory of him was a glow on the back of my eyelids, fading when the first door creaked open and harsh electric light made a long rectangle, shining on my untouched salad and my swollen knees.
I blinked, trying to move as a guard opened the inner door and stepped back. I couldn’t get up the normal way because of my knees. Above me, Bis clung to the ceiling like a cat-size bat, my protector in case things went from bad to worse. My pulse hammered, and using my hands and the corner, I managed to wedge myself to my feet with my shaking arms. I would not go to the prison hospital. I’d die fighting first.
A shadow eclipsed the electric lights. The scent of roast pork slipped in, and my stomach growled. “I’m not going in there,” came Brooke’s
