I shook my head. "I just rang the doorbell," I said, then added, glowering at Nick, who knew exactly what he'd been doing, "I tapped a line. Ku'Sox knows I'm here."
Trent stiffened, and then he spun as Lucy's childlike voice rang out in delight. "Daddy!"
Trent went down on one knee as if he'd been shot, his breath a quick gasp as he stared at Ku'Sox, Lucy on his hip. His expression was fierce with love and desperate hatred, and I don't think I despised Ku'Sox more than at that moment. He was going to pay. Neither Ku'Sox nor Nick had ever loved anyone, and they would pay.
My pulse thundered in my ears, and I forced my arms to remain at my sides as I backed up to stand by Trent. Dressed in a casual black kimono, Ku'Sox had misted into the room beside Nick before the nursery window. Lucy's dress mimicked his, and her hand reached for Trent, delight in her eyes. Bis was with him, too, and my jaw clenched as the little guy launched himself toward me, only to be snagged by Ku'Sox and tossed behind him like a kite.
The gargoyle spun through the air out of control, his eyes bright and cheerful as he found the wind in his wings before hitting the wall. I'd swear he was having fun as he changed his out-of-control spiral into a snappy landing on top of one of Trent's machines where he perched, glowing a bright black. He was all right. He was all right!
Guilt rose, and I shoved it away. I would not feel bad that I was happy for Bis when Ceri and Pierce were dead. Nick had betrayed them. Why? What had he gained?
"You, stay where you are," the psychotic demon said lightly to Trent as he rose, face awash with heartache. "I already took your second child's mother. Make a move I don't approve of and we will explore what else you hold dear. Understand?"
The scent of cinnamon became strong as Trent struggled with himself. He had admitted that he couldn't sacrifice his daughter. It made him both strong and weak. He knew what it was to love. Maybe he'd always known, and I had been too blind to see it.
"Down!" Lucy demanded, looking sweetly petulant in her Asian kimono, and Ku'Sox shifted her into a football hold, her little feet kicking behind her and her hands pushing at his arm as she made a face and squirmed. "Da-a-a-ddy-y-y!" Clearly not liking Lucy's frustration, Bis curved his tail around his feet, his ears going flat against his skull.
Nick's feet scuffed as he edged even with Ku'Sox, and the demon gave him a disparaging glance. "Wait your turn, Nicholas Gregory Sparagmos," Ku'Sox said as he shoved Nick behind him with one hand splayed on the man's chest. "You can beat Rachel when I'm done with her. Besides, I want to hear why she's here. She might, I don't know . . . want something?" Bis spread his wings, and Ku'Sox looked at him until the gargoyle eased back. "A cup of sugar? An egg, perhaps?" Ku'Sox said, struggling with an increasingly vocal Lucy. "Are you doing a little cooking this afternoon, love?"
My eyes narrowed. "There was no need to kill Ceri and Pierce."
A hint of a smile lifted Ku'Sox's thin lips. "Simple enjoyment." He glanced at the nursery. "What a marvelous woman she was. Al taught her so many, many things. She lasted the entire morning. I didn't even have to be careful. Ahh, that's so rare, so invigorating."
Trent's jaw was clenched, and my stomach twisted. Lucy had both hands out, craning her neck to see Trent as her fists opened and shut, struggling to reach him, little whines of frustration punctuating her loud demands. "You should have left," Trent said. I could see parts of him starting to reassert themselves, assessing the situation, deciding what would be cast aside as unrecoverable and what might be salvaged. I wondered which side of the scale I was on.
"Ku'Sox won't kill me," I said, my insides shaking as I shifted my feet to find my balance. "If he does, the demons will start looking at him to fix the line."
Ku'Sox's expression twitched. "Just so. Unless you give me provocation, it's best to leave you alone. For a few days." Now he smiled, and again my loathing fought with my fear. "Which begs the question of what you are doing here, Rachel? Rescuing your familiar?"
Ku'Sox was moving. My heart pounded, and I backed up. Trent, though, didn't move.
"As he has probably told you, he is here of his own free will," the demon said, stopping to keep Trent just out of Lucy's high-pitched, angry reach. "We're good friends," Ku'Sox said as he smacked Trent's cheek. "The elf freed me, and in return, I'm going to free him of everything that binds him, no ties to anyone at all. Aren't we, little Lucy?"
Trent was almost panting as he stood inches from his daughter, afraid to reach out.
Laughing, Ku'Sox turned away. Under his arm, Lucy cried her frustration.
"I'm not leaving here without Bis and Lucy," I said, and Nick, leaning against the window and nursing a swollen lip, made a noise of derision. "Lucy is my godchild, and Bis lives with me. I think that comes under 'not harming me and mine.' I get ignoring the me part since you're an ass, but you will not harm them."
Sure enough, Ku'Sox smiled. "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, I have no intention of harming you-unless you attack me first, of course. No one will fault me for defending myself. Please, do try. Then I can drop this charade and we can all move on with our lives. That's what this is all about, you know. Getting others to kill you for me. But interpretation of the law is so-o-o difficult," he drawled. "As I told you before, get the proper papers filed, and I will gladly hand Lucy over."
I slumped where I stood, the machines clicking behind me to mark time in this nightmare. Trent's face was ashen as Ku'Sox struggled with Lucy. "Down!" Lucy cried. "Down, down, do-o-own!"
Giving the girl a little shake, Ku'Sox shifted her to his other side, and her cries went from frustration to hopelessness. Behind him, Bis was waving me off, his gray-skinned hands making the pixy signal to go to ground. He wanted me to leave? Standing at the outskirts, Nick saw the gesture, but Trent didn't, his attention on Lucy as he became more and more agitated.
"They know you're lying," I said so the demon wouldn't notice Bis talking to me.
"Of course they do." He turned to Nick, growling, "Get me that chair." His expression again pleasant, he smiled at me. "Is it not deliciously ironic? My lie is far more attractive than your truth. If they subscribe to my lie, they don't have to do anything about me-leaving it for you to handle or die. Which you will do if you persist."
His motions furtive, Nick darted between Trent and the machines for the chair. He looked like a bug, and my lip curled. "I know demons better than you do, Ku'Sox Sha-Ku'ru. They always bite the hand that feeds them." Nick trundled the rolling chair back to Ku'Sox, and it was all I could do to not reach out and kick him.
"Daddy! Down!" Lucy demanded, her eyes wet as she stared at Trent as if betrayed.
Ku'Sox held Lucy in front of him, looking scornfully at the little girl as she howled. "You've noticed that as well?" he said dryly as he sat with Lucy on his lap. She began squirming, her little feet kicking as she struggled. "My God," Ku'Sox said, his patience clearly wearing thin. "This child is intractable! I should have taken the younger one."
"Honor our agreement!" I said. "Or I will drag your ass before Dali right now!"
"Of course I will honor it. Go file the papers. Come back in three months." Ku'Sox's eyebrows were mockingly high. "Unless you want to settle this a different way?"
Trent paled, and in the corner, Nick shifted to make himself look smaller. If I could free Lucy, then Trent might be free to act when I got that line cleared of the sludge in it. "I'm a reasonable man," Ku'Sox said, bouncing Lucy, which made her cry even harder. "I'm sure we can come to a mutually agreeable arrangement. I want my freedom, Rachel. Now."
I backed up, remembering the feel of Ku'Sox's breath on my skin, his grip on my body, the way his eyes touched me. I shook my head, and Ku'Sox smiled knowingly.
"Down, down, down!" Lucy raged, and his gaze never leaving mine, the demon let her slip from him. Immediately she got to her feet, running awkwardly to Trent. My heart seemed to break as Trent dropped down to meet her, holding her tight as his eyes closed, his hand covering the back of her head and his arm around her, lifting her to him. His eyes opened, and I saw his fervent surety that nothing short of death would ever convince him to let go of her again.
Son of a bitch, I thought, looking at Ku'Sox's soft smile of satisfaction. We were his playthings, dancing to his whim. To say no now would start a bloodbath none of us would survive. Trent would never let Lucy go back to Ku'Sox again. "What do you propose?" I said flatly, having a pretty good idea. He had killed Ceri and Pierce. I wouldn't give him the chance to kill Lucy.
"Rachel!" Bis complained, wincing when Ku'Sox raised a hand.
Trent looked up, his arms still about Lucy. The little girl was complaining fretfully to him, her words unclear but serious. Behind Ku'Sox, I could see the women and children beyond the glass. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I can't save you all.
"I want my freedom," Ku'Sox said with a disturbing lightness. "I want that putrid elven curse you put on me lifted, and I want it lifted now."
"I want Bis and Lucy, and a trip home," I said, and he laughed, wiping a spot of baby drool from his sleeve.
"What horrid things babies are. Leaking from every orifice."
"You said what you want; well, I want Bis and Lucy!" I demanded again as Nick fidgeted behind Ku'Sox. Trent held Lucy tighter, standing up with her as if he would never let her go. He'd do anything for her. Anything. Kisten had looked at me that way once, and it had killed him. Ceri's death was both Trent's awakening and his downfall. He loved, he knew loss, and he would fight to keep what was dear to him, the rest be damned.
Ku'Sox told Nick to stop fidgeting with a sharp look. "Both? No. Trent is a nasty little elf. With Lucy gone, he will become most intractable. See? He's sullen already. And Bis? Well, that's obviously no. With him, your chances of preventing the end of the ever-after slip into the double digits."
Bis seemed to deflate in relief. I didn't like the way Nick noticed, and I cringed when Ku'Sox half turned to look at the gargoyle. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing, flying worm. You're talking to everyone's gargoyles and learning the lines because I see fit. When the demons die, their gargoyles go with them, and I will want someone familiar with the old lines so I can reinstate them."
Reinstate the lines? The words hit the pit of my being with a cold certainty. He was intending nothing less than complete destruction. This wasn't just to get the demons to kill me then return to business as usual. Ku'Sox was aiming at genocide.
"Then I guess we ought to just duke it out now," I said as I reached out with my thoughts and tapped the line. It filled me, screaming a discord that melded with my thoughts and flashed through me like grief. God, please give me another way out.
"I would consider giving you Lucy, though," Ku'Sox said, glancing at Trent's pinkie ring, and I froze, not believing I'd heard him right. Trent looked up, hope so deep in his eyes it hurt.
Nick stiffened in his corner. "L-Lucy?" I said, a part of my mind realizing that the scum bucket was afraid of me. He was afraid! My air came in with a rush, and I dropped the line, pulling myself straight and seeing Ku'Sox's fear in the way he held his head, squinted at the light. Lucy for his freedom? Two days ago I would have spit in his face, but now . . .
My gaze shot to Trent, his grip on his child almost frantic.