Golem in My Glovebox (2 page)

Don’t scratch
,
don’t scratch
,
don’t scratch
. If I sang it in my head as a mantra, maybe the itching would stop.

One additional brownie stood on the branch with the rest of the family and the vicar—Molly’s brother, Jack. He was there for the same reason I was, but he had the good taste to be an appropriate size.

The vicar touched the baby’s forehead with his fingertips. “Whose tongue holds the familiar name of this child?”

Jack bowed at the waist and stepped forward. “My tongue holds her familiar name.”

“Give this child her familiar name, that all who meet her may know her.”

Jack’s voice, as he’d been taught in rehearsal, was pitched loud enough for those in the first few circles of onlookers to hear. “Susannah.”

Baby Susannah cooed, and the air around us shimmered, as if heat were bouncing off asphalt.

The vicar touched her forehead again. “Whose tongue holds the private name of this child?”

That was my cue. “My tongue holds her private name.”

“Give this child her private name, that she may know herself better than all others.”

I bowed at the waist, feeling the sides of the wispy dress shred with the movement. At this rate, I’d be wearing nothing but hives and a few modestly placed daisy petals by the time the ceremony was over.

I stepped forward and bent over the tiny baby in Molly’s arms. I bit my tongue to hold back tears that threatened to gather, and reminded myself this was a happy moment, not a time for sadness.

As we’d rehearsed, I whispered so only the brownie family could hear. “Iris.”

Petals fell from the tree above, and a scented breeze blew over us. My heart clenched. Iris had been my friend. He’d died a hero. Giving his name to Molly’s child filled me with both pride and sorrow.

Molly and I exchanged a sad smile, and I returned to my place, silently cursing my inability to keep my eyes from puddling up. You’d think, after a whole month, I’d have my shit together.

I’d done so well the night before in rehearsal.

The vicar touched Susannah Iris’s forehead a third time. “Whose tongue holds this child’s family name?”

The entire brownie family, mother, father and three older children answered in unison, in voices loud enough to carry through the forest. “Our tongues hold her family name.”

“Give this child her family name, that she may always have a place in this world.”

They bowed, though Molly’s bow wasn’t as deep, since she held the baby in her arms.

“Wheatstalk!” Their voices echoed into the sky, and the sky answered with a clap of thunder.

All around us dryads, a pigmy dragon, a closet monster, two visiting chupacabra, a yeti, a satyr, a large tribe of fairies, a host of other creatures lurking in the forest and a few special humans cheered as the vicar took Susannah Iris Wheatstalk and held her in the air for all to see.

Baby Suzie, startled by the noise, burst into frightened tears. The vicar smiled and handed her back to Molly, then stood waiting for silence to resettle over the congregation.

When all was quiet again, he cleared his throat. “Will the godmother and godfather lay their hands upon this child?”

Jack placed his hand over Suzie’s chest, and I touched her peach-fuzzed head with the tip of one finger.

“Do you, Jack Brambletuft, swear to be a source of wisdom, safety and love to this child for all her days upon this earth?”

“I so swear.”

“Do you, Zoey Donovan, swear to be a source of wisdom, safety and love to this child for all her days upon this earth?”

I swallowed. “I so swear.”

“And do you both swear to care for her as your own, should her natural parents become unable to do so?”

Jack and I waited two beats, then responded together. “We so swear.”

“Then by the power of the great oak and the humble dandelion, I declare this child joined forever with this brownie and this human Aegis as a part of her family tree.”

After the clap of thunder earlier, I’d expected something big, like fireworks or a choir of howling wolverines. Instead, the effect was internal. Something clicked inside me, like when you place a puzzle piece into the right space. I saw in his eyes that Jack had felt it, too. The tiny girl in Molly’s arms was now a part of us, and we were a part of her.

No pressure.

With the formal ceremony complete, guests moved through the clearing to congratulate the family and to mingle with each other. I shifted my feet and scratched a new welt on my ribcage.

Sara, my best friend and business partner, closed in on me, her lips pursed in fake disapproval. “We can’t take you anywhere.” She poked me in the ribs in a spot where the dress had already been thoroughly destroyed. “Even when you’re given an outfit to wear, you’re a fashion disaster.”

I scratched the spot where she’d poked me. It felt so good I expanded the scratching zone, which widened the hole.

Molly shifted the baby in her arms and moved closer on the tree branch. “Go change, Zoey,” she said. “There is no reason for you to be uncomfortable.” She smiled at me and made a shooing motion with one hand. “Go.”

I displayed a tremendous amount of willpower to keep myself from running to the house. I made my way through the guests, a fierce grin plastered across my face. My friend, Andrew, and his boyfriend, Daniel, stood talking to Maurice a few yards away. They followed my progress with raised eyebrows. The holes in my dress were now large enough to be seen all the way across the clearing. I didn’t see my reaper boyfriend, Riley, but I’d be back in a few minutes. If he missed me, someone would tell him where I’d gone.

I skirted a toadstool the size of a dinner plate so I wouldn’t disturb the fairies spread across its surface. At the edge of the clearing, I prepared to make a dash for it, but someone grabbed my elbow and spun me around.

Riley, stood over me, gray eyes twinkling. “You’re just going to run off and leave me at the party by myself?”

“I’ll be back,” I said. I scratched my upper thigh and sprang another hole. “Five minutes, I swear.” I tried to turn toward the house, but he held me in place.

“It seems rude to leave the party when you’re part of it. Don’t you think?”

While he talked, he ran soft fingertips up my sides. His thumbs moved over the ragged holes that exposed the sides of my breasts. Under any other circumstances, his light, teasing touch would ignite a fire in me and lead to sweaty, breathless things. This time all it did was cause the itching to feel like I’d caught a bad case of poison ivy on top of chicken pox after being doused in itching powder.

“Riley, I really have to go change.”

He kissed me. I melted into him, while his fingers traced a delicate line up my spine, causing new places to itch. Of their own volition, my arms curled around his neck, and my mouth welcomed his kiss. The rest of my body struggled for freedom to scratch. A low keening started in my throat.

Riley chuckled and let me go. “Let’s get you in the shower. I’ll scrub that stuff off your back and get you an antihistamine.”

I slapped him in the chest with my open palm. “Seriously? You were torturing me on purpose?”

He grinned and shrugged. “I’ll race you home.”

I returned his grin and bolted across the yard before he had a chance to move.

We took a bit longer than the promised five minutes. Riley’s fault. Showering alone takes a lot less time than showering with a helper. He did clean off every strand of spider web on me, and even took care of some places the webbing couldn’t have possibly gone.

He was quick, but thorough. After all, we did have a party to get back to.

Downtime alone was hard to come by these days. In the last month, we’d been so busy. Sure, we’d rescued a lot of Hidden from the Collector and her auction, but people were still missing.

We had families to reunite, wounds to tend, and dead to bury.

The auction we’d stopped hadn’t been the first, so we were in the process of setting up a missing Hidden network to try to work out who was remained out there.

Alma Dickson, the head of the Sausalito City Council had been keeping fairies in iron cages in her greenhouse. How many more Hidden were out there—caged or forced into servitude? I couldn’t go door-to-door all across America looking for them, but I could at least learn who we were searching for.

It was a start.

Of course, we were looking for a few humans, too. The Collector had taken all the other Aegises to care for her inventory of Hidden. When we defeated her, someone else took all the Aegises from right under our noses. Including my mother. This was more than my wish for other Aegises to share the burden of helping the Hidden.

I wanted Mom back.

I turned off the shower and the buzz of my phone vibrated across the bathroom sink. It stopped and Riley’s went off. We exchanged a worried glance and scrambled for our phones, both of us dripping on the tile and dangling our unused towels while we checked our messages.

In the short time we’d been otherwise engaged, I’d received four frantic voicemail messages, and Riley had three more. Bernice, the head of the Board of Hidden Affairs, needed our help.

So much for the party.

I dialed her number and put her on speaker so Riley could hear, too. And also so my hands were free. If there was a major problem, I didn’t relish the idea of hearing about it while I was naked and standing in a puddle of water.

Bernice answered on the first ring. “Zoey, hallelujah. I’m going nuts over here. I need help.”

That was a new one. I often called Bernice for advice or information. She would then try to convince me to move to her super-secure compound in Kansas, surrounded by barbed wire, miles of nothing as far as the eye could see, and probably some sort of supernatural mojo to keep out invaders. She wanted to keep me safe. The conversation had almost become a ritual between us—the price I paid to get her assistance on whatever new thing had cropped up. Not once had she called
me
for help.

“Riley’s listening too, Bernice. What do you need?” I did my best to sound professional and hoped like hell the acoustics in the bathroom didn’t give away our location. Nothing ruined a person’s street cred like conducting a business meeting near a toilet.

The woman’s stress leaked through the phone and washed over me in a tight wave. My shoulders tensed in response, and my heart pounded faster in my chest. As an empath, I tend to keep my defenses up so I don’t feel all the emotions from every person I come in contact with. At home, I don’t keep myself quite as guarded. After spending time in the shower with Riley, all my walls were down.

I couldn’t help Bernice with whatever her problem was if I couldn’t think past her emotional upheaval. I took a deep breath and rebuilt my barriers. My shoulders lost their tension.

“The goblin switchboard is lighting up with reports,” she said. “We have multiple Hidden sightings all across the country, and one of them is in your area.”

I frowned and looked at Riley. “Goblin switchboard?”

He shook his head.

Bernice grunted in frustration. “I can’t explain how it works right now, Zoey. If you’d come here for training like I’d asked you to a million times, you’d already know.”

Riley covered his mouth so his boss wouldn’t hear him laugh, and pointed, as if to make fun of me for getting in trouble.

I rolled my eyes, though I wasn’t sure if it was at his immaturity or her lecturing. “What do you mean, Hidden sightings, Bernice?” I refused to give her the satisfaction of an argument.

The first time I’d gone to the Board’s headquarters, Bernice almost didn’t let me leave. She’d had me locked up in a suite while her creepy golem automatons stalled for her and told me they’d let me know when Bernice had time to see me. So much had happened since then, our initial meeting seemed a bit ridiculous in retrospect. We knew each other now. I knew her limitations, and she knew I couldn’t be pushed around. Besides. I was the only active Aegis to the Hidden in the entire country right now. That meant all the supernatural creatures would have no one to go to for help if I ran off to the middle of the country and hid from danger.

“Sightings by humans.” Bernice sighed through the speaker, and some of her frustration dribbled through my filters. “It’s all unraveling, Zoey. Some of the Hidden are taking it into their heads to go on a walkabout. I need the two of you to go to San Francisco pronto. A member of the Hidden community is out in broad daylight parading in front of the public eye.”

I couldn’t imagine what kind of creature could get away with something like that. A djinn, for instance, looked human, so it was never an issue for my friend Kam to be out in public. Likewise, Darius, the mothman who worked with her, passed for human—at least during the day. No big deal. But if Maurice started doing the grocery shopping, that would be another matter. I shuddered at the thought of business-suited citizens with pitchforks and burning torches marching up my driveway.

Riley’s face smoothed into a more serious expression. “Do we know who it is or what sort of creature we’re dealing with?”

“No idea. People are reporting a monster, so it could be anything. Last report was from the Ghirardelli Square area. Just follow the screams, I suppose.”

“Then what?” I asked. “Are we supposed to tackle him and bring him in? I thought you had a department that covered this.”

Bernice went quiet for a moment. “Zoey, if the O.G.R.E.s were doing their jobs, you wouldn’t have had the Leprechaun Mafia knocking on your door last year.”

“Oh. Yeah. Okay.” I winced. I knew the local Oversight and General Rule Enforcement (O.G.R.E.) patrol had gone AWOL in Sacramento, allowing the leprechauns in the area to take their shady dealings on the road and into my town. I hadn’t realized
all
the O.G.R.E. patrols had wandered off from their duty stations. That meant nobody was policing the Hidden. And apparently, some of them didn’t want to stay hidden.

“Use your best judgment,” Bernice said. Weariness trickled through the phone, and her voice was smaller somehow. “If you think the creature is dangerous, I’ll get someone out there to pick him up as soon as I’ve got a team free. Otherwise, do what you can.”