White Witch, Black Curse

Ivy put her elbows on either side of her keyboard and dropped her forehead into the cradle of her fingers. "I thought it was Skimmer," she said flatly. "I thought Skimmer had done it. She still won't see me, and I thought that was why."

My lips parted as it started to make sense. No wonder Ivy hadn't been hell-bent on finding Kisten's killer. Skimmer had been both her best friend and girlfriend in high school, the two sharing their blood and bodies while Ivy was out in a private school on the West Coast. The intelligent, devious vampire had moved east to get Piscary out of prison and hopefully become a member of a foreign camarilla to be with Ivy, and the top-of-her-class lawyer would cheerfully kill Kisten or me if that's what it would take. That the petite but deadly woman had killed Piscary only added to the travesty of vampire logic. She was in jail for the crime of killing a city master—in front of witnesses—and would likely stay there until she died and became an undead herself.

"Kisten couldn't be taken down by another living vampire," I said, pitying Ivy for having lived with this alone for six freaking months.

Her deep brown eyes had lost their fear when they met mine. "He'd let Skimmer kill him if Piscary gave him to her." Ivy looked at the mirrored black square the night had turned the window into. "She hated him. She hates you—" Ivy's words caught, and she shifted her keyboard in a nervous reaction. "I'm glad it wasn't her."

The bubbling soup was threatening to run over, and I got up, giving her shoulder a squeeze of support before I went to turn it down. "It was a man," I said, blowing on the top and flicking the gas off. "It's going to be okay. We'll find him, and we can put an end to it."

My back was to her, and I froze as a faint tingle started at my neck, the scar she'd given me hidden under my curse-smoothed skin. I felt the muscles in my face grow slack, and my motion of stirring the soup slowed as the feeling deepened into a soft anticipation that struck the pit of my being and rebounded. Knowing Ivy couldn't see, I let my eyes close. I knew this feeling. Missed it, even as I struggled, against my instincts, to push it away.

In her relief that Skimmer hadn't killed Kisten, Ivy had unconsciously filled the air with pheromones to soothe and relax a potential source of blood and ecstasy. She wasn't after my blood, but she'd been uptight for the last six months, which was probably why just this hint of pheromones felt really good. I breathed them in, enjoying the rush of desire that tightened my gut and set my thoughts spinning. I wasn't going to act on it. Ivy and I had a safe, secure, platonic relationship. I wanted to keep it that way. But that wouldn't stop me from this tiny little indulgence.

Sighing, I forced myself to focus on what I was doing. I adjusted my posture and shoved the whisper of desire deep, where I could ignore it. If I didn't, Ivy would sense my willingness, and we'd be right back where we'd been six months ago, unsure, uneasy, and way too confused.

"Are you going to open your mail sometime this century?" Ivy asked, her voice distant. "You've got something from the university."

Glad for the distraction, I tapped the spoon and set it in the spoon cozy. "Really?" I said, turning to find her eyeing the half-hidden stack of mail. Wiping my fingers off on my jeans, I came closer, pulling the slim envelope with the university emblem on it out from under my bag but leaving the rest, as it so clearly bothered her. I'd registered for a couple of ley line classes right before winter break, and this was probably the confirmation. I could use ley lines, but everything I knew had been learned by the seat of my pants. I was in desperate need of some formal classes before I fried my synapses.

Ivy shifted her crossed legs and focused on her computer as I ran my finger under the seal, having to tear the envelope to actually get it open. I pulled the letter out, hesitating as my check floated to the floor. Ivy was on it in a flash, short hair swinging as she bent to pick it up.

"I've been denied entrance," I said, bewildered as I scanned the formal letter. "They say there was a problem with my check." My eyes shot to the date under the letterhead. Crap, I had missed early registration and now I'd have to tack on another fee. "Did I forget to sign it or something?"

Ivy shrugged, handing it to me. "No. I think this has more to do with the professor dying the last time you took a class."

Wincing, I jammed everything back in the envelope. Problem with my check? I had money in my account. This was crap. "She's not dead. She's in Trent's basement playing Ms. Fix-it with the elven genetic code. The woman is in heaven."

"Dead," Ivy said, smiling to show a slip of teeth.

I looked away, stifling a quiver at the sight of her fangs. "This is so unfair."