Chapter Nineteen
I stared at the closed door, hearing a muttered conversation behind it. "What do you mean, that's not my mom?" I asked Ivy again, my voice hushed, and she shrugged.
"How would she know you're here? You call her? I didn't."
No, I hadn't, and I looked through the peephole to find her and Robbie discussing things. "She knows I'm somewhere in the city," I said. "She's crazy, not stupid, and the press probably knows where Trent is staying."
"Rachel?" my mom called. "I want to talk to you before your trial, sweetie."
Ivy shook her head. "She's not swearing. And when has Robbie ever been happy to see you?"
I frowned, squinting through the peephole to try to see my mom better. Her shoes didn't match her dress, and Robbie was still smiling. It was the last one that did it. "You're right." Raising my voice, I shouted, "Nice try! Go away!" I dropped down to my heels, feeling like the little goat who didn't let the big bad wolf in to eat her.
"Is Trent there?" the man who wasn't Robbie asked, his voice off.
Ivy leaned toward the door. "No," she said belligerently. "Whatcha going to do about it?"
I smacked her shoulder with a huff, and she blinked innocently at me. The growing rim around her eyes vanished, and I backed up a step. "What did you tell them that for?"
"To hurry things up. I want to see the sunset over the bay this evening."
I sighed, leaning to look out the peephole again, but I only got a glimpse of them, their heads clustered over a glowing ley-line amulet, before I flung myself away, pulling Ivy with me.
Her shout of protest was drowned out by a loud bang, and the heavy steel door burst inward, landing askew on the front couch in the lower living room.
"Holy crap!" I exclaimed, struggling to find my balance as I held Ivy's arm. I reached for a ley line as the door frame smoked, but the energy source oozed through my mental fingers like slivers of broken mirror. It hurt, and I scrambled to fill my chi with the nasty stuff.
The smoke cleared, and I let go of Ivy when my mother and Robbie came in. It was obvious it wasn't them, and I frowned when I recognized Wyatt and that young coven witch behind them. Son of a bitch, Trent had been right. They were going to try to off me.
"You!" I exclaimed, then yelped, ducking and trying to set a circle when Robbie pulled a small air gun from his jacket pocket and pointed it at me. Holy crap, they all had air pistols!
The circle around Ivy and me gave a hiccup and died. It just flickered and went out. Shocked, I just stood there as Ivy snatched the serving tray from the coffee table. The last of the crackers and cold cuts went flying as she pulled it up to intercept the splat ball. It hit with a ping of sound and a hiss of magic. Yellow foam bubbled, quickly turning black as the salt in the air interfered. Her lip curling in a sneer, Ivy threw the tray like a lopsided Frisbee at my not-mother.
Drawn gun dropping, my not-mother jumped out of the way, knocking into Robbie and ruining his aim. His splat-ball shot hit the ceiling. Trent was going to be ticked. The tray thunked into the wall and stuck, quivering. It would have broken a couple of ribs easily. Whatever was in those splat balls Robbie was shooting was nasty. Robbie, hell. It was Oliver. I could tell by the way he snarled and shouted, "Shoot them both!"
"Down!" Ivy hissed, jerking me up the steps into the upper living room and behind the couch.
"My circle didn't hold!" I said, feeling betrayed as I took them in. There were four of them. Oliver looked like Robbie. That was probably Amanda posing as my mother, seeing that I recognized Wyatt with his steely brown eyes and stern expression, and the last geeky-looking witch-Leon, if I remembered the papers right.
"You couldn't wait until tonight, huh?" I shouted, then ducked down behind the massive swivel TV that was almost a room divider. Yellow froth bubbled where Ivy and I had stood, and four new splatters outlined the angle of their reach. Ivy smelled of excited vampire as she crouched beside me, her eyes going blacker by the second. My bag was on the couch. There was nothing in it to help me anyway.
"I thought you said earth magic didn't work on the coast," Ivy said breathlessly, and I yanked her back down when I heard twin puffs of air.
"It generally doesn't," I said, running through my repertoire of magic tricks and coming up short. They had timed this perfectly. No wonder they hadn't tried to kill me on the way. This was the only place I'd be helpless. "But they're coven," I said, eying the mass of black bubbles and trying to guess how long it took for the salt in the air to naturally break the charm. "You know, best of the best. All they need is for the charm to work long enough to get close enough to kill us." I looked at her, starting to get worried as I listened to Oliver's demands for us to come out. "How long does that take?"
"Three seconds if you're not resisting," she said grimly.
Yeah. That was about what I thought, too. Damn it, where was Pierce when I needed him? Mr. Black Magic Man would be helpful right about now.
The splats had stopped, and I wasn't surprised when I heard Oliver say, "She's not coming out. You go that way, and I'll go the other."
Ooh, they were going to split up. Bad life choice. I looked at Ivy, thinking we might be able to salvage something. "I'll take the two guys. You take my mom and Robbie."
Ivy's focus became distant as she used her ears to place everyone. "No offense, Rachel," she whispered, "but your mother is going down."
I nodded, but Ivy was already moving, a scream coming from her as she dove over the spell-tainted carpet and back to the broken door. I rose, seeing her stand from a roll right in front of my shocked mother. Kicking at Wyatt, she backhanded my mom, sending her sliding into the wall beside the quivering tray. Amanda's arms splayed awkwardly, and the gun slipped from her grip and hit the floor. Ivy snatched it up, grinning as she turned.
The men had scattered, the more levelheaded Wyatt going for the bathroom where he could get a better shot at me, the less experienced Leon diving into the kitchen to hide behind the eat-at peninsula. Oliver, seeing that gun in Ivy's hand, dove for the kitchen as well.
"Hey!" I shouted, standing tall and then ducking to evade Wyatt's shot. Oliver peeked above the counter, shooting wildly, almost hitting Ivy. Grimacing, she grabbed Amanda as the poor woman struggled to find her feet, still dazed from hitting the wall. Oliver's next spell hit her square on. Amanda's eyes widened, and then she slid into oblivion, her anger at Oliver dissolving into a spell-induced coma.
"Shoot her! Shoot the vampire!" Oliver demanded, and Wyatt peeked from around the bathroom door. His range wasn't as wide as he probably liked, and he needed to expose himself if he wanted to get a good shot at me. But it wasn't me he was aiming at, and I threw a vase at him. My eyes narrowed when it bounced off a quickly invoked circle and broke on the tile. Either he was used to the crappy lines here or he was using a familiar.
Peeved, Wyatt shot at me, and I ducked back, but it gave Ivy the second she needed to find cover. She was beautiful with adrenaline as she slid back to me, rocking to a crouched halt in the lee of the TV. "I got you something," she said, smiling as she handed me Amanda's gun, and my gaze darted to Amanda, out cold. The spell wasn't breaking as fast as I thought it might. Must be strong stuff. I bet she'd be ticked for having been taken out by one of Oliver's spells. Again.
"Thanks," I said as I hefted the weapon, then squeezed off a couple of shots in the general direction of the kitchen and bath, just to let them know I had it. "Hey!" I shouted, still eying Amanda. "What you got in these splat balls, boys?" I asked. "Is Amanda going to be okay, or should we call a time-out?"
"Cover me!" Oliver screamed at Leon, and Ivy snickered at the young witch's refusal. Just because you're good at magic doesn't mean you like to risk your life. Wyatt poked his head out, and I shot at him, the flash of his bubble deflecting it to the ceiling where it dripped to the carpet. It gave me an idea, and I aimed for the ceiling in the bathroom. Two quick puffs of air and there was an evil-looking, foaming mass hanging over the threshold and making a venomous stalactite. With any luck, it would drip on him.
"How come his magic is working?" Ivy asked.
I pressed deeper into the shelter of the TV. "He's used to the lines here." I wished I was. But in all fairness, his bubbles weren't lasting long, either. Maybe that was the trick to it.
"Hey, Ivy," I said, a sudden thought coursing through me. I couldn't tap a line worth a damn, but I knew a spell that used just quick bursts instead of long, drawn-out pulls like a circle. Maybe if I kept spindling power, filtering it, as it were, I could do something. "I've got an idea," I said, turning the gun over and opening the hopper.
Ivy's confused expression softened to one of amusement as I shook a little yellow ball into my palm, clearly remembering our games in the graveyard where I deflected splat balls shot by Ivy and thrown by the pixies. All I needed was some ley-line energy and a focusing object. "But you can't tap a line," she protested as I jammed the hopper back into place and handed the gun to her.
"I can. I just can't hold on to them for very long," I said, shifting my shoulders as the broken energy seeped in, filling my chi and spilling over to be spindled in my head. My damp hair would stay flat, not giving me away. "Here, you take the gun, I'll deflect what they shoot." I didn't need Pierce. We could do this together, like we always did. Relying on him had made me soft.