"English, Cortez."
His grin grew. "I wanted to wait until we were alone. The truth is that I have come up with an option of my own." He caught my look of confusion and laughed. "Yes, I know, my previous efforts in that regard were underwhelming, and I'll admit that I still lack your particular brand of creativity in such matters, but I believe I may redeem myself with this one." His eyes sparked with a wicked grin. "This time, I had help. Namely the Cinsel Büyüculük."
"The Cinsel Büyücülük? Isn't that a sex-" I dropped his hand and backpedaled. "Damn, Lucas. I'm so sorry. I would love to, but…" I waved at the computer screen. "My in-box is overflowing. How about a rain check?"
He gave a slow nod. "I understand."
I smiled. "Thanks. You're so sweet." I turned to the computer. "How about I get a few of these done, then I'll make us some tea and-"
A hand flew around my throat, fingers digging in so hard I gasped.
"Move and I will crush your windpipe," Lucas murmured behind me, his voice low, tone conversational. "You have two minutes to tell me what I want to know, starting with: Where is my wife?"
Chapter 47
I GRABBED AT LUCAS'S HAND, AND TRIED TO PRY IT free, but it wouldn't budge.
"What is wrong with you today, Cortez?" I gasped.
An edge crept into his voice. "Don't call me that."
"Don't call-? Lucas? It's me."
His grip tightened.
"Lucas?" I twisted, injecting fear into my voice. "Lucas, please. You're scaring me."
"Don't."
"Lucas? It's me-"
"Don't!" He leaned over my back. "You are not Paige, and the more you try to deny that, the more angry I'm going to become. Now, who are you?"
Damn it! I'd been here less than ten minutes, and I'd already screwed up. I thought of Jaime's hotel room, when Kristof had seen through the Nix's glamour spell without a moment's hesitation. He'd known she wasn't me. So how the hell had I thought I could fool Lucas about Paige?
I had two options-keep pushing and hope he backed off, or come clean. The success of the first depended on how gullible Lucas was… which made the decision pretty darned easy.
"Eve. Eve Levine. Savannah's-"
"I know who Eve Levine is."
"Right, we met. Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, maybe. God, you were just a kid. You had balls, though, coming to take those grimoires away from me. I admired that. Didn't keep me from kicking your ass, but I admired it."
His hand stayed locked around my throat.
"Er, you do remember that, right?" I said.
"Yes."
"But you don't think I'm really Eve-"
"No, I never questioned that. Now, where is Paige?"
His tone cut through me, as cold and emotionless as it had been when he started. Not that I expected a big hug of welcome, but, well, I suppose I expected something. I thought of all the hours we'd spent together, all the times I watched out for him, even rooted for him. And as we stood there, his hand wrapped around my throat, I became keenly aware of the one-sidedness of this relationship.
His grip tightened. "Where is Paige? You may be Savannah's mother, Eve, but don't think I won't-"
"Don't! This is Paige's body. If you hurt me, you'll hurt her. She won't feel it, but when she comes back-and she is coming back. I promise you that, Lucas. This is just temporary."
"Is it?"
"Absolutely. I'd never do anything to hurt Paige. I used to babysit her when she was little. Did she tell you that?"
"She told me that you said that… though she has no recollection of it."
"Still?" I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. "I wonder if her mother blocked the memories after I left the Coven. Not that I can imagine Ruth doing such a thing-but, well, I can't imagine Paige would just forget me on her own. I taught Paige her first spell. An unlock spell, because her mom kept locking up her favorite toys-"
"Paige told me something else," Lucas cut in. "When she met you in the ghost world, you said a few things that concerned her. She said you were trying to find a way to help Savannah, and you seemed very determined to do so."
"Hey, I didn't mean any disrespect to you guys. You're doing a great job-" I stopped. "You think that's what I'm doing? That I took over Paige's body to come back? Whoa. No, no, no." I twisted, trying to look at him, but he held my throat, keeping my face turned from his. "I'm back to do something very specific, very short-term, very important. Then I'm gone. I'm not even telling Savannah that I'm here."
He hesitated, then said, "What exactly is this 'something'?"
"Can I sit down? Please?"
Another hesitation, longer this time. Then his fingers relaxed on my neck. As I rubbed my throat, I gave him a brief rundown of the situation, leaving out as many details as possible, since I wasn't sure how much I should or could tell.
"So you are telling me that Jaime Vegas is planning to kill Paige and me, and blame Savannah?"
"Right."
He picked up the cordless phone from the desk. "You have one minute to return Paige to her body, or I will, within an hour, have the best necromancer in the country here to exorcise you… a process that I promise you will find most unpleasant."
"Er, I think I'd better give you the expanded version."
He held up the phone. "Two minutes."
When I finished, his eyes met mine, his expression unreadable.
"So what happened at the community center, the shooting. That was this Nix."
I nodded, but I knew I'd failed, that my story was too preposterous and he wasn't-
"We were worried that it was somehow connected to Savannah," he said quietly. "We tried to convince ourselves we were being paranoid but-" His head shot up. "This Nix is in Jaime? Right now?"
"Yeah, but don't worry. We'll head her off before she gets near-"
Lucas was already on his feet and flying out the door. I jumped off my chair and tore after him.
"Hey!" I called as he bounded down the stairs.
He didn't even slow. He hit the bottom step and wheeled through the dining room doorway, disappearing. I ran into the dining room just as he flew through the kitchen, pausing only to grab his keys.
"Oh, shit!" I said. "She's already here, isn't she? That's who's with Savannah."
I caught up with Lucas in the lean-to, as he yanked the cover off his motorcycle.
"Hold on," I said. When he didn't listen, I snatched the keys from his hand. "Lucas, hold on! She's not after Savannah, and if you go tearing off to wherever they've gone, she'll know we're on to her. Given the choice between killing Savannah and abandoning her revenge altogether, I sure as hell know which one she'll pick."
He turned to me, mouth opening to say something, then stopping as he saw me, a look of disconcertment passing behind his eyes.
"Cast the glamour spell," I said.
"Hmmm?"
"This is making you uncomfortable-me looking like Paige. You know what I really look like, so cast the glamour spell, so you'll see that instead."
He nodded, and cast it. When he finished, his eyes darted my way, shoulders tense, as if bracing himself. Then he relaxed.
"Better?" I said.
He nodded. "Thank you."
"You'll have to uncast it when they come back, so you remember who I'm supposed to be. So when did Jaime get here?"