Vincet nodded, and together they got the girl facedown on the manicured grass as she howled. Looking miserable, the young father sat on her, wincing as her screams grew violent.
Satisfied, Jenks rose up into the air to the woman's level, frowning when he saw her amusement in her steely eyes. They were silver, like the moon, and just as warm. "A pixy?" she said, laughing. "Leave my sacred grove, little sprite. Return to it, and you will die. Your children will die. I will hunt you down and destroy the very earth you ever walked upon. Go."
Fists on his hips, Jenks sifted a red dust that made it all the way to the sidewalk. "Sprite? Did you just call me a sprite, Little Miss Shiny Aura? What did you do? Eat a roll of tinfoil?"
Claws scraping, Bis edged closer, his white-tufted ears pinned to his head in submission. "Jenks," he hissed, not taking his eyes off the woman. "We should go. She's doing something weird with the line."
But Jenks flitted almost to her nose. She smelled like violet sunshine, and the gold pin holding her robe shut sparkled. "Did you just threaten me, little prissy pants?" he shot out.
Her nostrils flared, and her hand gripped her sword tighter. "You mock me? I am Daryl, and you are warned!"
Jenks snickered, his own hand on the butt of his sword. "I think if you think I'm going to fly away and let you keep some helpless dryad forever imprisoned, burning in a ley line, you got your toga too tight, babe."
Mouth open, she put a hand to her chest. "You . . . you defy me?" she said, wheezing slightly, clearly not doing well. "Do you know who I am!"
Glancing at Bis, who was silently looking up at him, pleading with him to be nice, he said, "You look asthmatic, is what you look like. Forget your inhaler at the temple?"
"I am Daryl!" she stated, then coughed. "Goddess of the woods. I've learned of steel and leather to defend my sisters, and you are . . . warned!" Turning away, she struggled to breathe.
"See, she's touched!" Vi yelled from under Vincet. Struggling, the little girl got an arm free. "Go crying to your demon, Daryl! You're a concubine! A minor nymph with delusions of goddesshood!"
Jenks's eyes widened as the woman's coughing suddenly ceased. Head turning to the base of Sylvan's statue, she straightened. A murderous look was on her, and Jenks felt a moment of panic. "Get out of that pixy, Sylvan," she intoned. "Now!"
Straining, the little girl gestured rudely. "Ay gamisou!" she yelled defiantly.
Jenks had no idea what she had said, but he filed it away for future use when the woman staggered back, clearly appalled.
"Jenks!" Bis whispered from under him. "Let's go!"
"I promised to help!" Jenks said, fascinated at the color the woman was turning in her outrage. "And I'm not going to leave Sylvan stuck in a statue by some nymph!"
Daryl's attention flicked to Jenks and Bis, then back to Vi. "I will not allow you to hurt another, Sylvan!" she said loudly, gesturing.
Bis reached up, wings spread as he half jumped to snag Jenks from the air and pull him down. Bis's warmth hit him as Jenks cowered in his hand while a wave of nothing he could see passed over them, pressing against his wings and driving the blood out. His wings collapsed for an instant, then rebounded on his next heartbeat.
Vi screamed, the sound reaching deep into Jenks and driving him to wiggle from Bis's fingers. His head poked free, and he saw Vincet spring into the air with his daughter. Her dust had taken on a deathly shade of black, bursting into a white-hot glow as it fell from her. Again Vi's scream tore the silence of the night as Daryl clenched her fist, her face savage with bloodlust.
"She's killing her!" Vincet shouted, terrified. "Jenks, she's killing my daughter!"
"Get her away from the line!" the gargoyle cried out as he stood his ground. "I can see the energy flowing into her. You have to get Vi out of the line!"
Jenks's lips parted. Cursing himself as a fool, he darted to Vincet, snatching the pain-racked child to him and throwing himself straight up. The line. The entire garden was in the line between the statues! Get her far enough away, and the connection would break!
Vi fought him as his ears popped painfully, thumping her fists into his chest and squirming until she suddenly went terrifyingly limp. "Vi!" Jenks shouted, scrambling to catch her as she threatened to slip from him, a good forty feet up. Her skin was hot, and her face was pale in the glow of his own dust. But a profound peace was on her face, and as he held her far above the dark city, fear struck him deep. The silver tint to her aura was gone.
"Vi," he whispered, jiggling her as the night cocooned them. "Vi, wake up. It's over." Oh God. Had he failed her? Was she dying? Killed by his own shortsightedness? Another man's child dead in his arms because of his failing?
Vi's lips parted, sucking in air like it was water. Her eyes flashed open, green and full of terror in the light of the moon.
"Tink save you, you're okay," he whispered, his eyes filling with tears. She was herself. Sylvan was no longer in her thoughts. That terror of a woman no longer burned her.
With a frightened whimper, Vi threw herself at him, her thin arms cold as they wrapped around his neck. "Don't let him hurt me," she begged as she cried, her little body shaking. "Please, don't let the statue hurt me anymore!"
A clear, healthy glow enveloped them as Jenks held her close, his hand against the back of her head as he whispered it was over, that she was okay, and he was taking her to her papa. He promised her that the statue wouldn't hurt her again and that Uncle Jenks would take care of everything. Foolish promises, but he couldn't stop himself.
Uncle Jenks, he thought, wondering why the term had fallen into his mind but feeling it was right. But below them, Daryl waited on the dark sidewalk. And Jenks-was pissed.
Jaw clenching, he descended more slowly than he wanted in order to give her younger ears a chance to adjust. Vincet met them halfway down, his wings clattering and dusting in fear until he saw Vi's tears. With a cry of joy, the grateful man took his daughter. Vi's sobs only strengthened his resolve.
"Get your family to ground and stay there," Jenks said grimly.
"I can help," Vincet said, even as Vi clung desperately to him.
"I know you can. I'll take the field, you take the hearth," he said, falling back on the battle practices of driving off invading fairies. One always stayed in earth to defend the hearth-to the end if it came to that.
Vincet looked as if he was going to protest, then probably remembering his sword was broken at the base of the statue, he nodded, darting away with Vi to vanish beneath the dogwood.