“Obviously,” Ronan said. He pulled the curtain back over the mirror.

My stomach was grateful; looking at a warded mirror made me dizzy.

“Though I wasn’t aware that demons could come through a warded mirror,” he added.

Mychael wasn’t aware of it, either, and the same applied to almost everyone else on this island-everyone except for Rudra Muralin and his dark mages directing traffic down at the Hellgate.

“Vegard, where’s Mychael?” Ronan asked.

Vegard told him. The maestro scowled.

“Get word to him about this,” Ronan said. “He needs to know.”

Vegard shot a questioning glance at me.

“I’ll be fine. Ronan and I can take out anything that comes in. And we’ve got plenty of backup.”

“I’ll go find another message runner,” Vegard told the maestro.

“Another?”

“Don’t ask, sir.” Vegard gave me a look that said he’d really like it if I didn’t budge from the exact spot where I was standing. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be right here.”

He left and I turned to Ronan. “Are you finished with Piaras’s lesson?”

“I am now. Talon, you’re excused as well.”

I didn’t think I’d ever felt more awkward in my life. And I knew it was just going to get worse. “Piaras, can I talk to you in private?”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Just more of the same stuff that’s been wrong since we got here.”

“You can use my office,” Ronan offered.

“Any mirrors in there?”

“None.”

“I’ll take it.”

Piaras’s new guards started to follow. I stopped and blocked the door. “Gentlemen, this won’t take long, and it is highly personal. If Piaras suddenly gets possessed, I’ll yell. Good enough?”

They hesitated. They didn’t like it, but they did it.

“Thank you,” I said, and closed the door.

I’d never been inside a genie’s bottle, but Ronan’s office was what I imagined one would look like. The pasha’s throne room decorating theme carried over from the music room. Silk, velvets, gilt and gaudy. Ronan liked his creature comforts. A lot.

Piaras wasn’t having a good day; yesterday had started off the same way, and by last night, it had slid downhill into a cesspool. Today was showing all the signs of doing the exact same thing.

There was no easy way to ask what I needed to ask. Sure, I could just come right out and say it; it was a simple enough question, but the words just refused to come out.

“You and Katelyn like each other, right?” Yeah, I know. It was the cowardly way in, but at least it was a related topic.

Now the kid was completely confused. “Yes, we do.”

“A lot?”

“Yes, a lot. Why do you ask?”

“The two of you haven’t… done anything about really liking each other, have you?”

Now he was confused and concerned. “Not yet. I… That is, we want to… We think… But…”

“But what?”

“Before I came to class, the archmagus and I had breakfast together.”

I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t snicker. Oh, I knew what was coming. Uncle Ryn had done the same for me. Any boy-or a couple of years later, any man-who wanted to see me socially had to go through the Talk. One of my hopeful suitors said going through the Talk was like being forced to walk through fire, except without the fun parts. You tried to get through it as quickly as possible and told yourself the pain would be over soon. To the best of my knowledge, Uncle Ryn had never actually laid hands on one of my suitors, but he’d always made it plain and clear what behavior he expected, and what actions would be taken if he was “disappointed” that the boy/man’s behavior fell short of those expectations. Needless to say, I didn’t date all that much.

Piaras was looking at me. “What?”

I swallowed a snort. “Nothing. Go on.”

Piaras glanced at the door; it was closed, but he lowered his voice anyway. “Archmagus Valerian said he would know if Katelyn and I… you know. Raine, I’d like to live long enough to graduate, or at least graduate in this form. He can’t really turn me into a squid, can he?”

“Is that what he told you?”

“And a couple of other things.”

“He can’t do it, at least not the squid part.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

Piaras let out a relieved breath. “That’s good.” His look turned suspicious. “Why are you asking about me and Kat?”

I really didn’t want to come out and say this. “I need to find the Scythe of Nen. And by the way, you weren’t too far off the mark. It is a dagger.”

“What’s it look like?”

I told him what my dad had told me.

“Something that small won’t be easy to find,” Piaras noted.

“No, it won’t. And apparently a certain type of person is helpful for finding this kind of thing.”

Piaras’s eyes narrowed. I had a sinking feeling he’d figured out where I was going with this.

“What type of person?” he asked.

I winced. “Uh… a virgin type of person.”

His lips narrowed into a thin line to match his eyes. “And when you found out you needed a virgin, you immediately thought of me.”

“Not immediately.”

“What, so you had to wait two seconds?”

“More like five actually. Don’t feel bad about it.”

“You think I’m the only virgin on this island! How’s that supposed to make me feel?”

I grinned hopefully. “Special?”

Piaras gave me a look. You know the one.

I threw my arms up. “Okay, I’m sure there are other virgins on this island, but I don’t have time to find them. I was pretty sure you were qualified-”

Piaras glowered. “As a virgin.”

I held up a hand. “No, no.” I was just getting myself in deeper. “I knew you were qualified in other ways to help. Levelheaded, good in a fight, that kind of qualified.”

Piaras arched an eyebrow. “Nice try.”

I hung my head and sighed. “Kid, just help me out here, will you?”

Silence. I looked up. Piaras was grinning.

“What do you need me to do?” he asked.

I told him.

“One question,” he said when I’d finished.

“Shoot.”

“This virgin thing, does thinking about it count? Just because I haven’t done it doesn’t mean I don’t think about it.” He lowered his voice again. “A lot.”

Chapter 21

Piaras and Talon needed to go to their next class. I needed to talk to Sora Niabi. Both destinations were conveniently located in Starke Hall, also known as the demonology department. I had Vegard, Piaras had four grim Guardians, and Talon had a goblin dark mage hit squad.

Good thing I wasn’t trying to be inconspicuous.

Vegard’s messengers had hopefully reached Mychael by now, and hopefully he’d taken steps to protect the virgins and break the mirrors. If it were me, I’d have every mirror on the island broken. I was sure Mychael had a better solution, but big demons would have a tough time wiggling through an itty, bitty shard of glass. In my opinion, the solution for the virgins was obvious. Get laid now. I muffled a smile. The lower hells would freeze over before Mychael would issue that order.

Knowledge about demons came in three varieties: legend, rumor, and fact. Demonologists knew the facts; the rest of us floundered with legends and rumors; none of them were pleasant, and each of them was more gruesome than the one before.

The rumor that would probably be making the rounds on campus within the hour-if it wasn’t already-would have nothing to do with fact and everything to do with horny college students looking for an excuse. Whether demons liking virgins was fact or fiction didn’t matter. I’d be willing to bet that the number of virgins among Mid’s student population was suddenly going to skyrocket. And every last one of those kids would be desperate to lose their apparently forgotten virginity as quickly as possible to ensure protection against the demons. I wondered what new pickup lines they’d be using. Help me; I’m a virgin.