The Cold Kiss of Death

He sighed in resignation and closed his book. ‘The job’s as described, Gen. I even talked to a couple of the workers. It all sounds like a normal run-of-the-mill haunting. You know, chill spots, figures seen out of the corner of the eye, invisible touches, the odd smells—’

‘Hah, putrefying flesh, right?’ I gave him a told-you-so look.

‘Yeah well’—he half smiled—‘the ghosts disappearing is probably just the builders getting used to them, sort of like white noise. And I told him that, suggested he didn’t waste his money, but he insisted he wanted it all checked out.’ He shrugged, aiming for nonchalance and not quite managing it. ‘Once I give him the results, that’ll be the end of it.’

‘And that’s it, nothing else?’ I asked.

‘I know you’re nervous about the ghosts, Gen, but there’s nothing to worry about, really.’

‘Then why are you being evasive?’

‘Leave it, Gen.’ He gave me an unhappy look. ‘It’s not important, okay?’

‘Fine, so I’ll tell you then. Mr Developer asked for me to do the job. He probably got snippy when you said I couldn’t do it on my own and offered to provide his own security or something. Probably even said he’d supervise it himself, didn’t he?’

‘Something like that,’ Fi

‘Damn, I should’ve known. It’s one of those pseudo-job things. The guy’s got all curious about the sidhe sex myth, how we’re all supposed to be gagging for it.’ The jobs had got more frequent since the internet video of me kissing a vampire had surfaced; the girl-on-girl aspect of it seemed to be adding fuel to the fantasies. Of course, if any of those oh-so-curious humans had bothered to read up on the myth they might not be quite so enthusiastic. The myth had survived from back when the world was closer to nature. The fae held the fertility rites to replenish the land and encourage its fecundity. And yes, there was a lot of sex involved, but it was only on specific dates, not a free-for-all thing as most of them seemed to imagine.

‘You should have told me, Fi

‘Gen, I’m your boss, and I wouldn’t be a very good one if I let you walk into a situation where I knew you’d be at risk.’ He leaned towards me, forearms resting on his thighs, earnest. ‘All it needs is one human to get angry at being disappointed and then complain to the police that you tried to Glamour him. You’d end up being arrested and maybe even convicted. Is that what you want?’

Not when conviction meant the guillotine, fuck no! But—‘That’s not what I mean, Fi

He snorted. ‘Well that’s the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?’

‘And what the hell is that supposed to mean?’ I snapped.

‘C’mon, Gen, the suckers are sending you sackloads of mail, one of your neighbours is trying to evict you. And now I’ve heard you’ve got a ghost a-haunting you. But whenever I ask you if everything is okay, you nod and say yes, everything’s fine.’

‘That’s because they’re not work problems, Fi

‘Hell’s thorns! What, so now I’m your boss I’m not supposed to care about what goes on in your life?’ Angry emerald chips glinted in his eyes. ‘I want to help you, only you won’t let me!’

‘Why, Fi

‘Because we’re friends, Gen, and that’s what friends do.’

I dropped my pencil and slapped my hands round his; sparks exploded again as the magic reacted. ‘If we’re friends, Fi

‘This isn’t about that, Gen.’ He pulled his hands away, frustration and some other emotion I didn’t recognise darkening his eyes. ‘You need to stay away from the suckers, and the invitations need to stop. At least that way, there’ll be less for the witches to complain about and the Council won’t agree to the eviction request’—he paused, a muscle twitching along his jaw—‘or anything else.’

Ignoring the shiver of hurt that he’d brushed aside my questions, I said slowly, ‘ Anything elsemeans my job, doesn’t it?’

‘It took a lot to get the Witches’ Council to let you come back and work for Spellcrackers, Gen, but your job’s still under probation. If they think the vamp co

A sick feeling settled in my stomach. Crap. That wasn’t good. ‘You should’ve told me,’ I said quietly.

‘Yeah, maybe,’ he said tiredly. ‘But it’s been difficult with everything. It just wasn’t the right time.’

I looked down, not sure what to say next, then, deciding things couldn’t get any worse, I opened my mouth to—What? Ask what I could do to help him? That was a no brainer really; if I could make my problems go away, then most of Fi

The hairs on my body sprang to attention and my head jerked up.

Scarface the ghost had bumped into the circle again. He stood there, arms outstretched, and for a second I thought I saw something in his sunken-eyed stare, then he started his usual slither around the outside of the circle. A whisper made me glance towards the pile of bones. There was nothing there. When I looked back the ghost was gone.

‘Did you see that?’ I said, pointing at where I’d last seen Scarface.

Fi

‘Scarface, he bumped into the circle again, then disappeared. ’

‘Gen, he didn’t disappear, look’—he pointed—‘he’s shuffling on his way just as he usually does.’

I turned. Sure enough, the ghost was slowly making his way down the tu

‘You’ve been staring blankly at that corner over there for ages,’ Fi

Frowning, I entered Scarface’s details into the laptop and closed it down. I glanced up at Fi

Chapter Three

There was a vampire in my flat. I stood on the landing outside my door, mouth dry, tension coiling in my stomach. I didn’t have a spy hole—not that looking through a spy hole the wrong way would do me much good, but I didn’t need one. The vamp’s presence hit my i

There was only one vamp who could cross my threshold ... Malik al-Khan. Looked like he’d finally decided to do the bad pe