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one more shot. Then I could say I kind of followed Tony’s advice, which was never a totally bad thing. I chewed my lip, mulling over my choices. Who to compel … who to compel … Jared? He was the boss and the oldest of us; he’d probably know what to do. But he was pretty much powerless unless it came to a need for brute strength or the need to sense danger. Duh. A little late for that. He hadn’t noticed a damn thing wrong this time, and he walked right into the trap. Nope. Sorry, Jared. Spike? I missed him and worried about his safety. What if I never saw him again? Wouldn’t I want to see him one more time? I shook my head. Not as a zombie who might suck the life out of me before I could wake him up. Scrum would be a waste of time, as would Felicia. They were both too young and just as clueless as Tony probably, and Felicia was dangerous with that succubus appetite of hers. Becky would probably just cry and then disappear. Finn didn’t have his weapons, and he’d be more worried about Becky than anything else, so that would be a waste of time. That left one person: Sam . I prayed she wouldn’t show up as a twisted version of herself and spell my ass with some kind of transformation charm. I really, really didn’t want to live the rest of my life as an ogre or a toad or whatever she might come up with.

Chapter Eight

    SHE WALKED INTO MY DREAM with her hair a crazy mess.
    “What happened to you?” I asked, laughing a little. Sam was pretty cool most of the time; I couldn’t remember ever seeing her look this nutty. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her she was totally channeling our grandmother, Maggie the witch.
    “Fate happened to me. What am I doing here?” She looked behind her like she expected someone to be following.
    “I compelled you into my dream.”
    “Why?” She ran her fingers through her hair, looking distracted.
    “Sam, wake up.” I raised my hand to give her a good slap, figuring if it worked on Tony, it could work on her. But she eyed my hand and narrowed her eyes. “What do you think you’re doing?”
    “Uhhh … I’m about to slap the shit out of you.”
    “Touch me and I’ll spell you like you’ve never been spelled before.”
    “Where are you right now, Sam?” I asked, leaving my hand in slapping position.
    “I’m in bed asleep.”
    “But where?” I pressed.
    “In the fae compound; where else would I be?”
    “ Errrr! Wrong answer!” I slapped her really hard, hoping it would be enough to wake her up out of her silly trance.
    Her head whipped sideways and then slowly came front again. An angry red mark stood out from her too-white skin. “You are so going to die for that.” She lifted a hand and slashed it out in front of her before bringing it up and stopping it in front of my face. Her fingers were bent up all crazy, like she was a hundred years old with a bad case of rheumatoid arthritis. She slowly twisted her hand clockwise, like she was opening a doorknob, her mouth warping right along with it. A wicked smile came to her face. “Feel my wrath, elemental.”
    I stood there, waiting for the pain she was obviously trying to inflict, but the only sensation I got was one of extreme boredom. I yawned. “Sorry. Not feeling anything, except maybe a little bit of boredom. Are you done yet?”
    She looked a little confused, but then started twisting her hand the other way. “Feel my wrath now , elemental!”
    I started to giggle. I couldn’t help it. She looked so crazy angry with her hair all over the place and her hand crooked up like that. “Actually, now that you mention it, I do feel a little gassy.” Tim would have been so proud.
    She dropped her hand and pouted. “I don’t understand. That should have torn you to pieces.”
    “Nice. I compel you into a dream and you repay me by trying to tear me up. Love you too, cuz.”
    “Someone’s taken my powers?” She sounded so lost and forlorn, I couldn’t stand it. I stepped closer, putting my hand on