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My eyes snapped open at the sharp slash of pain in my hand. I’d broken the glass. The reek of blood and alcohol smothered the scent of gardenia. I threw the glass away and ran my hand under the tap, watching as the thin cut slowly closed itself and scabbed over. The wound would be gone by nightfall. Then, careful not to disturb its contents, I resealed the plastic box and tucked it safely back in the fridge and quietly closed the door.
My skin was sticky with sweat and sugar from the exploding liquorice torpedoes, so I headed to the bathroom. As I stood under the shower, I tried to think about bargains and murder and vampires and what I was going to do next. Only the Pandora’s Box in my mind was open, and unlike the plastic one in my fridge, I couldn’t get it closed again.
Was the dream right? Had my sleeping mind warped my memories of that long-ago time to remind me of my greatest fear? Had my ru
Chapter Twenty
Ipushed open the door to Spellcrackers.com just after midday. The neutral décor—ivory paint, pale wood and chrome coupled with thick sand-coloured carpets—had been designed to make our human customers feel less uncomfortable, more able to cope with the stress that usually accompanied the magical problems they needed us to deal with. Professionalism and calm were Stella’s watchwords and the bland backdrop reinforced that. We even had brown twigs in vases, instead of flowers.
Toni, our office manager, batted new pink and purple eyelashes at me from behind the reception desk. Her outfit matched her eye-catching lashes: a pink blouse under a dark-mauve suit, purple suede court-shoes and pink, mauve and purple streamers that curled through her long blonde hair. The streamers reminded me of fireworks at a trolls’ New Moon party.
Her get-up wasn’t something I’d wear—I don’t need to draw any more attention to myself, my sidhe eyes do that all on their own—but it looked great on her. My own clothes were way more conservative; my usual black linen trousers and my favourite green linen jacket. The jacket was for the added confidence boost—the one I was going to need for my next inevitable meeting with Fi
‘Love the new look, Toni.’ I adjusted the twigs. ‘What’s that, sixth one this year?’
‘Seventh,’ she gri
Considering the Cool Blonde look had involved a beige silk shirt-dress, she wasn’t far wrong. ‘What did Stella have to say when she saw it?’
‘Oh you know.’ Toni’s grin got wider. ‘She said it’s still an improvement on my Celtic Country look.’
I tried to keep a straight face. ‘Really?’
‘Nah. What she reallysaid was that anything is better than me daubing myself with blue woad.’
‘Ah, thought so.’ I squinted at her hair. The streamers shone like polished glass. ‘You been down to see the goblins again?’
‘That Madam Methania is a wonder.’ She teased out a pink strand. ‘And she’s cheap. You should try her.’
‘Let a goblin near my hair?’ I shuddered. ‘No way, I’m not having that slug slime they use anywhere near me.’
‘I guess they’d have to use extensions on your hair anyway. You really should let it grow, y’know, it’d look fab.’ She looked at me a bit more closely. ‘You look a lot better, Honeybee. You’ve lost that peaky look. And that green jacket looks great with your skin tone.’ She waved away my thanks and changed the subject. ‘I tried to phone you earlier and it kicked me straight through to messages.’
‘Uh-huh, the protection-spell’s on the way out. Thought I’d try and save the crystal.’
‘That was new only three days ago, and the one before only lasted a week.’ She frowned, thoughtful. ‘You really are having an iffy time with the magic, aren’t you?’
She was right, I realised. The magic had been a bit more off-kilter than usual around me—just one of my occasional blips, or something else?
‘Let me have your phone,’ she carried on, ‘and I’ll see what I can do.’
‘No probs.’ I handed her the phone, wishing not for the first time I could’ve sorted it myself. Toni had tried to teach me the spell—and I understood the theory, but, as usual with me and magic, the actual castingpart just hadn’t clicked.
Toni popped a square of vanilla fudge in her mouth to give her magic a boost, and peered at the crystal. ‘Yep, it’s cracked all right—and completely black.’
I leaned against her desk. ‘Did Fi
‘Yes, he’s left one for you. Just as well!’ She rummaged through her desk, took out a wad of small wax paper bags, a pink perfume bottle, her white spell bowl and a black chopstick. She prised the spell-crystal off my phone and dropped it into the jar of salt water she kept under her desk.
I looked down the corridor at the door to Fi
Toni shook her head. ‘Nope. Out on a job.’ Relief seeped into me.
She poured a drop of clear liquid from the pink bottle into her bowl. ‘So, any news to report, hon?’ She pointed an accusing finger at me. ‘And don’t tell me you haven’t, because I have it on good authority that a certain horny satyr was clocked exiting a certain sidhe’s place of residence earlier this very morning.’
Oh yeah. The bet! ‘You should be a detective,’ I half-smiled.
‘Hah! I knew it! I knew you’d succumb sooner or later.’ She waved the pink bottle at me eagerly. ‘C’mon, let me in on all the little—or not-so-little—details!’
‘Nothing happened, Toni,’ I sighed.
‘Hmmm.’ She pursed her lips, disappointed. ‘Well, I can’t say you look too happy about it.’ She added a pungent sprinkling of dried sage to the bowl. ‘Want me to mix you up a nice little lurrrvepotion? I could always add it to his tea.’
‘C’mon Toni, that stuff doesn’t really work.’ At least not without nasty little additions like a compulsion-spell.
‘You haven’t tried my special patented recipe for lust yet, have you? I could let you have it cheap, Hon.’ A sly look crossed her face. ‘It’d only cost you a tiny little snippet of info—’
‘Toni, I know you want me to ask Fi
‘Ah’—she looked round conspiratorially—‘I take it he’s found out about your visit to the police and a certain Mr October last night.’
I blinked in surprise. ‘Didn’t take long for that little news item to surface, did it?’
‘Well, you know me and gossip. I’ve got a nose for it.’ She gri
I flashed back to the memory of Bobby with his paper suit and his lank hair. ‘He’s a vampire,’ I shrugged, ‘so of course he’s hot. It goes with the job description.’
She gave me an arch look. ‘My nose also told me you had a run-in with the Earl and a couple of his vamps too. Bet that was scary.’
‘You don’t need me to tell you the goss, Toni,’ I said with a faint smile, ‘not when your “nose” is keeping you so well-informed. ’
‘Ah, what I’m really after is a full blow-by-blow eye-witness action account straight from the sidhe’s mouth.’ She waved another wax bag at me. ‘C’mon, Ge