Endlessly

I wasn’t sure how to feel. It had been nice to be involved with Raquel again, and I didn’t mind helping out in the ways that I wanted to with IPCA. But I wouldn’t travel anywhere with a faerie. A very small part of me was curious to see if I could use the Faerie Paths on my own now. But that part was very, very small, and all the other parts of me thought that part was crazy and wanted to beat it up. I was never going back into that inky, empty darkness.

My communicator beeped again, and Arianna gave it such a death look that I snatched it from the table and ran back to my room before she could put it into early retirement.

“Raquel, honestly! Just call on my cell!” I answered.

“Evelyn,” a strong voice that was definitely not Raquel said.

“I— Who is this?”

“Anne-Laurie LeFevre, Supervisor. Raquel’s no longer over you; you will report to me.”

“I’ll what?”

“From now on I will be your supervising authority with IPCA. We need to discuss your schedule and reform the current arrangement. There are several infractions that need to be addressed as well.”

“Whoa—first things first, I’m not with IPCA. So you are not my Supervisor or my authority or whatever. Second of all, I work with Raquel. Only Raquel. Does she know about this? I want to talk to her.”

“Raquel isn’t available; she’s been reassigned.”

“Well, so have I. To my life. So thanks but no thanks, and don’t call back.” I disconnected and glared at my communicator. Which beeped—again. I ignored the incoming line and dialed Raquel, but the call didn’t go through; maybe she was busy with her reassignment, whatever that meant. I’d have to get ahold of her to find out what the crap was up with IPCA. When I went back to work for them, we all agreed it was on a contract basis and I could leave whenever I wanted. Apparently someone hadn’t gotten the memo. Raquel would take care of it, though.

“Evie! Commercial is over!” Arianna yelled. Frowning, I shoved my communicator into my trusty sock drawer.

Lend stood up, shouldering his duffel bag, as I walked back into the living room. “Where do you think you’re going?” I snatched his coat away and held it. He just got here. There was no way I was letting him go anywhere else.

“I happen to have very important things to do.”

“What on earth is more important than watching Easton Heights?”

“Christmas shopping for you?”

I dropped the coat into his arms and opened the door. “Take your time.”

“Glad to know I’ll be missed.”

“Have fun!” I leaned up and kissed him hard, then shoved him out and sat back on the couch with a sloppy smile on my face. “Best boyfriend ever.”

“Shut. Up. Now.” Arianna didn’t move, eyes fixed on the television. A firm knock sounded on the door. “And tell Lend he can just walk in already!”

“Did you forget something?” I said as I opened the door, surprised to see a short black woman in a suit. And not Lend pretending to be one, either. Definitely just a woman, no glamour. “Umm, hi?” That was when I noticed the man standing to the side behind her. The man who, beneath the glamour, was a faerie.

“Evelyn,” the woman said, in a voice I instantly recognized from our phone conversation. Oh, bleep no. Not here, not now, not with my best vampire friend sitting right there on the couch. This was the last place I wanted anyone from IPCA other than Raquel.

I straightened my shoulders and fixed Anne-Whatever Whatever with an icy glare. “I’m sorry, did I say it was okay for you to come here? Because last time I checked, I don’t work for you anymore. In fact, wait.”

I stalked back to my room and grabbed my communicator. “Here,” I said, shoving it into her hands. “I won’t be needing this. When I said I will only talk to Raquel, I meant, I will only talk to Raquel. Feel free to pass that along. And if you ever use a faerie to come to my home again, I will tase you both.”

I slammed the door in her face, then put both hands over my mouth in panic. IPCA. Here. Pretty much the epicenter of free paranormals in the United States. Regardless of the reforms they’d undergone, I did not want them paying any attention whatsoever to my town. Or to my swarming-with-paranormals diner. How did they know where I was? Raquel wouldn’t have told them. Would she? No. Never. I needed to call David right now. I needed to talk to Raquel to figure out what the bleep was going on. And I needed to make sure that Arianna never got fitted with an ankle tag.

“What did she want?” Arianna’s tough voice betrayed a hint of fear.

“I don’t know,” I whispered, my heart still racing as I stared at the closed door and willed it to stay that way.

Pouting again?” Vivian and I sat on our usual dark hillside, but it seemed darker than normal, the stars winking out one by one as I watched.

“Hmm? Oh, no. Just worried about the usual. Weird stuff going on with paranormals. IPCA being obnoxious. Did you know dragons are real?”

She snorted. “You really should give the whole coma thing a shot. It makes life much less complicated. In fact, the only complicated thing here is you.”

“As tempting as a coma sounds, I’d miss out on all the snuggling parts of life. I like those.”

“Fine,” she said, sighing. “It’s lonely here between visits, though.”

I leaned my head on her shoulder. “I know. What’s up with the stars?”

“I haven’t the foggiest. Does it feel warmer to you?”

The last star winked out.

The Vivian dream faded to blackness.

The next morning, disappointed I hadn’t had a chance to recap the most recent episodes of Easton Heights for my comatose sister, I snuck out past Lend. He was asleep on the floral couch, having passed out sometime in the wee hours of the morning. He’d insisted on staying the night and keeping watch in case anyone from IPCA showed up again. Tasey, my hot pink and rhinestone-covered Taser, looked kind of ridiculous still clutched in his hands. We’d have to get him a matching one, maybe in electric blue.

I didn’t think that a midnight attack was IPCA’s style; it was weird for them to show up here, yeah, but they weren’t the sneak-around-in-the-night type. They were the slowly-suck-the-soul-from-you-with-the-bureaucracy type. Even if they were restructuring again (which wouldn’t be shocking, given that they’d lost most of the senior members during Reth’s postfreedom revenge spree), it’d be a while before anything actually happened policywise. I’ve been around long enough to understand how international government agencies work. It doesn’t matter if they’re regulating the transportation of goods like socks or the transportation of mythical creatures like pixies. Papers, more papers, forms, documents, signatures, lawyers—trust me, the whole thing is scarier than a vampire with a slicked-back widow’s peak.

Which wasn’t to say that I didn’t feel a little bit nervous, but Raquel would know what was going on. She’d fix it.

David had just forwarded me a text from her saying she would meet me at our café in thirty minutes. He didn’t have more specifics, and I figured she meant the Jitterbug Café we talked in after my troll encounter this October. How David had gotten ahold of her I didn’t know. Since when were they texting buddies?

It’d take me at least forty-five minutes to get to the café, assuming I made the next bus. Lend would give me a ride if I woke him up and asked, but he’d gotten so little sleep last night, and I didn’t think I could deal with his attitude toward Raquel on top of all the other worries. They never got along.

I resisted the urge to sit and stare at Lend while he slept; when he dreamed, instead of his eyes moving behind his eyelids, his whole glamour shifted appearances like a stop-motion film. It was fascinating and wildly entertaining sometimes—also a bit freaky considering I showed up constantly.

I nearly ran over Grnlllll as I burst through the door into the diner. “What are you still doing here?” I asked, before seeing Nona swishing around the red tables, which were populated by several paranormals, including Kari and Donna, the resident selkies. “You were supposed to evacuate!”

When I told David about my non-Raquel IPCA visitor last night, he had made a snap decision to get all the paranormals out of town. I supported this, although it was harder than I’d expected to motivate Arianna to pack and leave. Finally she said she’d go to David’s secluded house, wanting to be around in case we needed help. But these paranormals had no reason to be here.

“Nona, you all need to leave! IPCA knows I’m here, which means they might know you’re all here, too!”

Nona smiled at me, waving a hand like a branch disturbed by the wind. “IPCA poses no threat to us.”

I ran my fingers through my ponytail, torn. I needed to book it to meet Raquel in time, but I needed to convince them to leave, too. I had no idea what IPCA would do taggingwise with a huldra, a gnome, two selkies, and, well, whatever those three mournfully beautiful but kind of scary-looking women with long black hair sitting—floating?—in the corner were.

“No, really, they might be a problem. Just go somewhere else until we figure out what’s up with IPCA. It’s probably nothing. Hopefully it’s nothing. But until we know for sure, I need to know you’re all safe.”

“Dear child,” Nona said, smiling warmly and taking my face in both her hands. She leaned forward and brushed my forehead with her moss-green lips. “Soon.”

She backed away and I frowned, adding her affection to the ever-growing list of Suspicious Things Nona Does, then pulled out my phone and looked at the time. “Crap! I missed the bus.”