Darker Days (The Darker Agency #1)(51)

“How did he not recognize you?”

“Oh, baby—I’m a witch.” She snapped her fingers. Like someone dumped an invisible bucket of bleach over her head, her dark roots brightened. The blond crept downward until it reached the tip of her hair. Blue eyes shimmered and changed. The shape became narrower. The color darkened. Hear heart-shaped face lengthened, cheekbones becoming higher and more defined with the subtle hint of a flush. After a few moments, it was a totally different person standing there, giving me the stink eye. “I can make you see whatever I want.”

Beside me, Kendra snorted. It was a cross between awe and envy. “If you’re all powerful, you think you’d at least get rid of the split ends.”

For a moment, something flashed in Meredith’s eyes, but it passed quickly, giving way to amusement. She leaned forward, and just when I thought things couldn’t get any weirder, took a big whiff of Kendra. “A Belfair. How interesting—and sad.”

“Do I wanna know why she just sniffed you?” I leaned close and whispered to Kendra.

But Kendra didn’t hear me. I didn’t know the whole story, but there were some knots in the trunk of her family tree. The Belfairs were very defensive about their history. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You used to be an impressive lot.” Meredith shook her head and began to circle us. “Powerful and revered. Look how far you’ve fallen…”

“Huh,” I said, trying to derail the direction the conversation had taken. Kendra was one of those rare, happy, shiny people, but she had her buttons, same as anyone else. The only difference was, when she got going, it usually ended badly—for her. “If you ask me, you did Lukas a favor.”

Meredith tilted her head to the side, long hair swaying gracefully back and forth. “Oh?”

“Yeah. Locking him inside that box was way better than spending life with you. You’re flat out cow-shit crazy.”

Kendra snickered, and Meredith lost her grin. Stalking forward, she growled, “Lukas is mine.”

For a minute, all I could do was stare. “Lukas is yours? Are you serious?”

She held her ground, saying nothing.

“I don’t know how dating was in your day, but stick a guy in a box for over a hundred years and he’s not going to greet you with flowers and candy. A hatchet, maybe. And a continuous loop of Bob Saget skits—but not flowers and candy.”

She laughed. The sound was annoying, and it made my fingers itch to smack her. “I made a mistake. I’m here to rectify it.”

“There isn’t enough chocolate milk on the planet to rectify what you did to him.”

“You’re underestimating the effect I have on him. Lukas worshiped the ground I walked on. He’ll be begging me to take him back.”

Holy crap. This chick was crackers.

“Huh,” Kendra said with a frown. “They say it’s the first thing to go…”

Meredith whirled on her. “What?”

“The mind. I mean, you’re how old? That’s gotta be the reason for this delusion.”

The humor returned to Meredith’s grin and she squared her shoulders, turning back to me and all but dismissing Kendra. “You’re playing with fire, and you don’t even know it. Your number’s almost up.”

“Maybe you should count again,” I countered, taking a step closer. Kendra was right beside me. “Because after we send the Sins back to the box, I’m coming after you.”

Meredith’s grin widened even further. She leaned forward. “Oh, honey, I’d love to see you try.” Then she nodded to Kendra. “And even more than that, I’d love to see you try. Suppose you could pull a rabbit out of a hat—or would that be asking a bit too much?”

Kendra twitched like she wanted to move forward, but I grabbed her arm as the bell rang. Moments later, the hallway filled with students. They swarmed around us, oblivious to the electricity sparking between our stare down. For a few moments, no one moved. I’d always loved my job. Kicking Otherworlder ass and taking names. But I’d never felt such an urge to lay the smackdown on someone as I did with Meredith. The girl just brought out the crazy in me. Suddenly I was really glad Lukas wasn’t there.

Surprisingly, Meredith backed down first. With a smile, she said, “This is going to be fun. It was well worth the wait.”

“So was there a point to this whole show? You’re not just here to ask me to be your Facebook friend?”

The second bell rang and the halls cleared—but we weren’t alone anymore. Several others had joined the party.

“Gang’s all here,” Vida purred. She pointed to the tall woman on the end. “Let me introduce you around. I think you’ve seen some of their handiwork around town? That hot ticket is Envy.”

The woman—maybe somewhere in her early thirties with bleach-blond hair and pouty pink lips—winked and blew me a kiss. “I just love your jacket.”

“Next, we have Gluttony, and standing next to him, well that little tyke is Greed.” An overweight older man stood with his arms resting on the shoulders of a small child. The little girl couldn’t have been more than eight, complete with shiny Mary Janes, snow-white knee-high socks, and a worn teddy bear hanging from her left hand.

The little girl glared at me. “And Tony. Let’s not forget about Tony.”