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beings who'd lost their powers centuries ago but came to our realms after death. I suppose it wasn't easy,
arriving here and finding yourself surrounded by people who could cast spells, change into wolves,
manipulate the elements, and more. Not surprising, then, that these extinct races kept the ghost-world
black market in business as they desperately tried to find some power, any power, to call their own.
I went back to Kristof and told him what I'd seen.
"Looks like a job for you," he said. "I'll stand guard out here."
I changed into the short black dress I'd worn with the haunters, and left my hair straight. Maybe not
Ross's style, but at least he wouldn't mistake me for one of his nymphs.
I walked to the front door, opened it, and strode inside.
As I entered the living room, every nymph jumped. Ross looked over at me. Then he looked at me some
more.
"Well, well," he said. "A new student, I presume?"
I made a show of looking at each nymph, then cocked a "not likely" brow-arch at Ross.
"You can't just walk in here " the girl in the chair began.
Ross lifted a finger and she stopped in mid-squeak.
"It's a business call," I said. "I would have phoned but& "
He smiled. "Not that easy in this world, is it? So you're looking for lessons? Maybe& private lessons?"
I turned a slow smile on him and shrugged. As I strolled closer, his eyes widened briefly, that look of
surprise most men get when they realize how tall I am.
When he looked me full in the face, his lips pursed. "I know you, don't I?"
"Do you think you'd forget if you did?"
He chuckled, and reached to touch my hair, but I swept it out of his reach. His smile only broadened.
Around me, the nymphs fairly growled.
"Mind if I sit?" I asked.
"Please," he said.
I walked to the nymph in the chair and finger-waved for her to get up. She glowered at me.
"Annette& " Ross said.
"Let her find her own chair." She looked around the room, which had no empty seats, then smirked at
me. "Whoops, guess you'll just have to go home."
I murmured a spell under my breath. When I finger-waved again, the motion yanked Annette out of her
chair. I flicked my fingers and she tumbled to the floor. From the couch came a mixed chorus of gasps
and giggles. I swept my skirt under me and sat, then looked up to see Ross grinning.
"Eve Levine, I presume?" he said.
I arched my brows.
"Your reputation precedes you," he said. "It just took me a moment to make all the connections. Girls,
this is Eve Levine. Aspicio half-demon and spell-caster extraordinaire."
One of the nymphs from the couch crossed her arms and thumped back into the cushions. "That's not
funny, Luther. We aren't stupid, you know. Half-demons can't cast spells."
"True," I said. "But even half-demons have two parents."
The nymph frowned as she struggled to digest this.
"You girls go on upstairs," Ross said. "Ms. Levine and I have business to discuss."
It took more coaxing than that, but he finally cleared the room. Then he took a seat in the chair across
from mine.
"So, lessons& " His gaze traveled up my bare legs. "I believe that could be arranged."
"There's some other business I need to discuss first."
"Ah." A twitch of disappointment as he eased back into the chair.
"Have you ever heard of something called a Nix?"
He paused, eyes rolling back as if peering into his memory banks. "Demi-demon, isn't it?" Another pause,
lips pursing, then he shook his head. "That's all I'm coming up with."
I gave him a brief rundown. He listened, motionless, gaze on mine, never interrupting, never so much as
blinking as he absorbed my words. When I finished, he stroked his beard.
"And do you know why she'd be looking for me?"
"No idea. Do you do anything besides poltergeist lessons?"
He shook his head. "My one and only claim to fame, I'm afraid."
We talked for a few more minutes, but I could see no other reason why the Nix would come to Luther
Ross. And why visit a poltergeist teacher when you can cohabit with the living?
When we finished, Ross thanked me for the warning. "So you expect she'll show up here?"
"She was on her way."
"In that case, perhaps you shouldn't be in too much of a rush to leave. Why don't you stay for a while?
Pose as a student& if, indeed, you were serious about those lessons."
"I was. And that might not be a bad idea. What would you take in exchange for lessons? Transportation
codes, contact names "
"I was thinking of something more" his teeth flashed against his dark beard "personal."
"Oh, I'm sure you get enough of that from your nymph harem. No room on the mattress for me, I'll bet." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]