“Those guys abandoned us,” I said. “And if Amarantha asks why we left, that’s what I’m going to tell her. They took off through the woods and we were stuck dealing with the giant spider. Anyway, excuse me if I’m not too worried about what Amarantha will think right now. The forest is on fire and I want to get out of here.”

Beezle looked behind us and his eyes widened.

“What, you just noticed the smoke and the flame?” I asked.

He glared at me. “Good work, Maddy. You came, you saw, you burned everything to the ground.”

“You were the one who told me that most monsters don’t like fire.”

“Children, please,” Nathaniel said. “I cannot concentrate while the two of you are bickering at one another.”

Beezle and I gave each other identical looks of annoyance while Nathaniel worked his hocus-pocus. I really needed Gabriel to show me how to make a portal. It would definitely be handy for quick getaways.

A few moments later the portal was up and running, and not a second too soon. The trees that ringed the edge of the clearing had started to come down in a crash of sparks and ash.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, leaving like this,” Beezle said, his tiny arms wrapped around my neck.

“I hope I know, too,” I muttered, and stepped inside the portal behind Nathaniel.

We landed on my back lawn. It was late in the day already and the sun was slanting weakly through the trees on its way down. It would be full dark soon, and another night would pass without Gabriel at home.

What was I going to do? It didn’t take a genius to know that Lucifer was not going to be happy with me for this. And Amarantha had beheaded Lucifer’s last ambassador just for some lapse of court etiquette. Not only had I jeopardized my mission to court and possibly Nathaniel’s life, but I hadn’t even managed to find a clue as to Gabriel’s whereabouts.

Not to mention Antares had managed to sneak up and take my gargoyle unawares, so who was to say that he couldn’t sneak up on me and yank my intestines through my nose?

My brain was tired; my body was tired. I just wanted to crawl into bed and pull the covers up and pretend that everything was normal, but my life was getting less normal every day.

“I need something to eat,” Beezle announced.

“Of course you do,” I replied. “Pizza all around, then.”

Beezle pumped his fist in the air. “Hawaiian?”

Not my favorite, but it was Beezle’s. And I had missed him. He’d only been gone for a few hours, but I had missed him.

“Hawaiian,” I said, and went inside to call for delivery, Nathaniel following silently behind.

9

A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER I WAS SHOWERED, FED and ensconced on the couch with Beezle watching one of our favorite movies—the one where the alien attaches itself to this guy’s face and then bursts out of his chest and eats everyone on the ship. You would think that, given the large quantities of actual monsters in my life, I would prefer preschool cartoons, but for some reason this film still entertained me. Maybe it was because Beezle felt free to comment on the total stupidity of the characters who got eaten.

“Move, lady, move!” he shouted at the television. “The big monster is standing right there. Don’t cry. Run!”

Nathaniel had gone downstairs to Gabriel’s apartment for the evening. I hoped that he wasn’t poking around in Gabriel’s private things. I felt bad about letting Nathaniel sleep in Gabriel’s space but I definitely didn’t want him up here, even on the couch bed. I did not want to get into an argument about husbandly rights.

I also felt more than a little guilty about being happy that Beezle was home when Gabriel wasn’t. The lack of his presence was starting to press on me, like a niggling headache. Even when I was engaged with something, I was always aware of the fact that Gabriel wasn’t with me.

The front doorbell rang just as the heroine of the film was making her escape from the ship that was about to self-destruct. Beezle and I glanced at each other, then at the clock. It was past ten.

“Who could it be?” I asked.

“J.B.?” Beezle guessed. “Gabriel, tied up in a burlap sack?”

“Antares, Samiel, an emissary from Amarantha come to take my mortal remains back to her . . .”

“Lucifer with a great big stick to beat you with for jeopardizing his negotiations . . .”

I stood up. I didn’t want to contemplate Lucifer being angry with me. For all of my bravado where he was concerned, he scared me. I generally tried not to think too intently about him or I would feel sick to my stomach. It seemed that he had far too much power to affect my fate.

“Okay, let’s not speculate and say we did.”

“Can I go out the front window and see who it is?” Beezle asked.

“Absolutely not,” I replied as I went down the front stairs. “What if it’s Antares again?”

“Are you going to keep me in the house forever?” he whined. “I’m a gargoyle. I have guardian duties.”

“Oh, excuse me. It must have been torture to sit on the couch and eat pizza and watch a movie. I’ll be sure to send you outside the next time I’m thinking of doing such a crazy thing.”

I peeked through the curtain on the door at the bottom of the stairs. J.B. stood in the foyer with his hair sticking up all over the place and a haggard look in his eyes.

“It’s really J.B.,” Beezle said.