FIFTEEN
“DAMMIT, JIM,” I SAID in a low tone to the demon who straggled in behind my twin. “You were supposed to keep her shopping.”
“Hey, there’s only so much a demon can do in the face of a rampaging naiad! The second Cyrene heard the sárkány was for this afternoon instead of being put off until tomorrow, like some perfidious doppelganger told her, she dropped everything and came roaring home.”
“And just how did she hear that?” I snapped, pinching its ear.
“No pinching! Ow! It might have slipped out, that’s all. Man, I’m going back to Aisling. She might lose one or two of my toes, but she doesn’t pinch me all the time!”
Jim backed out of the door as Kostya strode forward a few feet.
“You have no place here, naiad,” he said scornfully, looking down his nose at Cyrene, his two models
