For a Few Demons More by Kim Harrison Page B

shrugging into her lightweight cream-colored jacket and taking the steps two at a time.
    Swell. I turned and started walking.
    Silent, Skimmer held her purse tight to herself as she matched me step for step, a shade too close since the sidewalk wasn’t that wide. Our feet splashed through a puddle, and I glanced at her white boots. Though inappropriate for a runner to work in, they looked great on her, showing off her little feet. What in hell does she want?
    Skimmer took a slow breath. “Ivy and I met the day she moved into my dorm room.”
    Whoa. This is not what I had expected. “Skimmer…”
    The cadence of her boots never slowed. “Let me finish,” she said, her cheeks spotted red in the occasional streetlight. “My old roommate was expelled, and Ivy moved in. Piscary had screwed her mind royally, and her parents managed to get her out from under him for a few years so she could find an identity that didn’t hinge on him. I think it saved her life. It damn well made her stronger. She needed someone, and I was there.”
    My pulse quickened, and my pace slowed. Maybe I should hear this.
    Skimmer’s posture eased at my response, her slight shoulders losing much of their tension. “We hit it off,” she said, the black in her eyes swelling. “She was away from her master and parents with a year of master-vampire techniques at her fangtips. I was looking for trouble. My God, it was fantastic, but she scared me into settling down, and I gave her something to believe in.” Skimmer fixed her eyes on me. “She was straight until she met me. Apart from a few latent tendencies. It took me two semesters to convince her that she could love me and Kisten both without betraying him.”
    My light steps seemed to jar me to my bones. And that was a good thing? Our pace had slowed, becoming less angry. Skimmer was at the top of her class, and I knew that anything she said would be slanted to scare me. Whatever. She couldn’t scare me any more than Ivy had.
    â€œIt was a private school,” Skimmer said. “Everyone lived on campus. It was expected that, as roommates, Ivy and I would share blood as a matter of convenience, but it wasn’t insisted on. That we became lovers only meant…that’s the way we were. I needed her to balance me out, and she needed me to feel good about herself after Piscary screwed her over.”
    The anger in her voice was shockingly hard. “You don’t like him,” I said.
    Skimmer jerked the strap of her purse back up her shoulder as we walked. “I hate him. But I’ll do whatever he asks if it means I can stay with Ivy.” Her eyes met mine, the light from a nearby streetlamp glowing on her. “I’m going to get him out so I can stay with Ivy. If he kills you afterward, it’s not my problem.”
    The threat was obvious, but we kept moving, her steps meeting mine solidly. That’s why she was being nice to me. Why risk getting on Ivy’s bad side if Piscary would take care of it?
    I was shaking inside, but Skimmer wasn’t done yet. Her pretty features knotted in an inner turmoil as she added bitterly, “She loves you. I know she’s using me to try and make you jealous. I don’t care.” Flushed, her eyes dilated. “She wants to share everything with you, and you’re kicking it in the dirt. Why do you live with her if you don’t want her to touch you?”
    Suddenly it was making a lot more sense. “Skimmer, you’ve got it wrong,” I said softly, the night silent but for the wet hush of traffic a street over. “I want to find a blood balance with Ivy. She’s the one balking, not me.”
    Her white boots scuffed to a halt, and I stopped. Skimmer stared at me. “She always mixes sex with her blood,” she said. “Uses it to keep control. You won’t do that. Ivy said so.”
    â€œI won’t have sex with her, yeah.