“Still punchy.”
“Shock?”
“Maybe. He’s in a lot of pain.”
I was? Oh. I was. That might explain the way I wasn’t talking, I guessed.
“God,” Molly said, her voice shaking. “I’ll get some of his things.”
“This isn’t right,” Thomas said. “Get Bob.”
Molly sounded confused. “Get what?”
His expression flickered with surprise and then went neutral again. “Sorry. Lips disconnected from my brain. Get the Swords.”
“They aren’t here,” Molly said, moving around. Her voice came from my bedroom. “He moved them. Hid them, along with his ghost dust and a bunch of other illegal things.”
Thomas frowned at that and then nodded. “Okay. It’ll have to do. Where do we take him?”
Molly appeared in my field of vision and knelt down to peer at me. She took one of my hands in hers. “Wherever is good, I guess.”
Thomas took a slow breath. His silver eyes grew even brighter. It was creepy as hell and fascinating. “I was hoping you knew a good spot. I sure as hell can’t take him to my place.”
Molly’s voice sharpened. “I don’t even have a place,” she said. “I still live at my parents’ house.”
“Less whining,” Thomas said, his voice cool. “More telling me a place to take him where he won’t be killed.”
“I am—” Molly began. Then she closed her eyes for a second, and moderated her tone. “I am sorry. I’m just . . .” She glanced up at Thomas. “I’m just scared.”
“I know,” Thomas said through clenched teeth.
“Um,” Molly said. She swallowed. “Why do your eyes do that?”
There was a lengthy pause before Thomas answered. “They aren’t my eyes, Miss Carpenter. They’re my demon’s eyes. The better to see you with.”
“Demon . . .” Molly said. She was staring. “You’re hungry. Like, the vampire way.”
“After a fight like that?” Thomas said. “I’m barely sane.”
Both of them should have known better. Every time a wizard looks another person in the eyes, he runs the risk of triggering a deeper seeing, a voyeuristic peep through the windows of someone else’s soul. You get a snapshot of the true nature of that person, and they get a peek back at you.
It was only the second time I’d ever seen a soulgaze happen to someone else. There was an instant where both of them locked their eyes on each other’s. Molly’s eyes widened suddenly, like a frightened doe’s, and she jerked in a sharp breath. She stared at him with her chin twisting to one side, as if she were trying—and failing—to look away.
Thomas went unnaturally still, and though his eyes also widened, it reminded me more of a cat crouching down in anticipation, just before pouncing on its prey.
Molly’s back arched slightly and a soft moan escaped her. Her eyes filled with tears.
“God,” she said. “God. No. No, you’re beautiful. God, you hurt so much, need so much. . . . Let me help you. . . .” She fumbled for his hand.
Thomas never moved as her fingers touched his. Not a muscle. His eyes closed very slowly.
“Miss Carpenter,” he whispered. “Do not touch me. Please.”
“No, it’s all right,” Molly said. “It’s all right. I’m here.”
Thomas’s hand moved too quickly to be seen. He caught her wrist in his pale fingers, and she let out a short gasp. He opened his eyes and focused on hers, and Molly began to breathe harder. The tips of her breasts showed against her shirt and her mouth opened with another soft moan.
I think I made a quiet sound of protest. Neither of them heard it.
He leaned closer, the motion feline and serpentine at the same time. Molly began trembling. She licked her lips and began to slowly lean forward, toward him. Their lips met, and her body quivered, tensed, and then went rigid. A breathless sound escaped her as her eyes rolled back in her head, and Thomas was suddenly pressed against her. Molly’s hips rocked against his. Her hands came up and began clawing at his shirt, tearing the buttons from the silk so that her palms could flatten against his naked chest.
Mouse hit Thomas like a wrecking ball.
The big dog’s charge tore my brother away from my apprentice and slammed him into the brick of the fireplace. Thomas let out a sudden snarl of pure, surprised rage, but Mouse had him by the throat before he could recover.
The big dog’s jaws didn’t snap closed—but the tips of his teeth sank into flesh, and he held Thomas there, a growl bubbling from his chest. My brother’s hand flailed, reaching for the poker that