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“I’m talking about the new initiates,” Tami said, her face thunderous. “We don’t have staff for the ones we already have, and you’re accepting new ones? How in the hell—­”

“Hold that thought,” I told her, then grabbed Rhea and shifted us to my room, where the silence charms had better be working, damn it!

And then a thought occurred, and I shifted back just in time to slam the door on Fred again. “You stay until I say!” I told him. And then I looked at Marco. “He stays!”

“He’s not going anywhere,” Marco said, and Fred sighed and sagged against the wall.

“Cassie—­” Tami said.

“In a minute!”

I shifted back to Rhea, who was standing in the middle of my bedroom, looking nonplussed. “Did you mean it?” I asked her.

“Mean . . . what?” she asked, starting slightly, because I guess she hadn’t seen me flash back in.

“That you wanted to help me?”

“What?”

“The other day!” I grabbed her by the arms and shook her a little. “Did you mean it?”

“I—­yes. Yes, of course I did. But I can’t—­”

“You damned well can!” I exploded, and then told myself to calm down. It was too early to be freaking out. I didn’t usually get this panicked until at least early afternoon.

“Lady,” Rhea said, looking concerned. Because despite her own distress, her natural compassion was taking over. “What is it?”

I laughed. “Oh, nothing. Except that a bunch of witches, including one who tried to kill me last night, just showed up, and now they want to give me some girls—­”

“What?”

“—­that we don’t have room for, so Tami’s pissed off, but we can’t refuse them or we’ll never get this chance again—­”

“No, no, of course we can’t.”

“—­not to mention that some war mages are trying to muscle in on an errand that they’ll only make worse, because they make everything worse—­”

“I . . . they are?”

“—­and Pritkin’s back, which is good, because he’s the one I really need for my errand, only I can’t leave because Augustine is hiding a little . . . creature . . . in his workroom that he stole from the witches—­”

“He’s doing what?”

“—­and if they find out, not only will we not get the girls, we’ll probably piss them off again, and I can’t deal with that right now!” I shook her some more. And then I stopped, because she was starting to look dizzy. “Listen,” I said, trying for calm. “I don’t pretend to understand everything you’re going through, okay? I really don’t. Your mom just died, and then you almost died, and I’m a terrible Pythia for not realizing how bad you were hurting and not taking some time to—­”

“No!” She looked appalled. “No, this has nothing to do with—­”

“—­talk to you more and try to help you figure things out. But I suck at that and I didn’t know what to say, and I was afraid I’d just make everything worse. So I didn’t do enough and I’m sorry for that, I’m really, really sorry! And I’m not saying that just because I need you right now, although I do—­”

“You . . . you need me?”

“—­and I don’t give a damn if you never learn to shift! I need you for plenty of other things, for this.” I waved an arm around crazily, to indicate the general madness of my life. “And I need you now. Can you help me? Can you deal with this while I go do what I need to do?”

She just stared at me for a second, as if trying to catch up, which, yeah. I knew that feeling. But then her shoulders went back and some of the tragedy left her face. Because Rhea had a spine of pure titanium under all that sweetness, and she was never better than when helping others.

Including a clueless Pythia with far too much on her plate.

“Leave everything to me,” she said, and then she hugged me. “Do your duty. I’ve got this.”


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