“But this is our world too, and if you won’t leave us in peace, then we will be protected from the likes of you all. An abomination to Heaven, a nuisance to Hell. But with the Light, the shield”—it continued to glow around Leo—“neither of you will touch my kind again. We will have sanctuary if we want it. We’ve been looking for it a long time and now it comes home with us.”

“You?” A wave of boredom passed over Solomon’s human face. His acting hadn’t gotten any better, no matter what Shakespeare had told him. “You plan on leaving with the Light? Little Trixa? And Leo who cleans your bathrooms?”

“Little Trixa.” I smiled. Leo’s wings began to thrash, creating a wind tunnel in the cavern. “Leo.” I knew the pupils of my eyes were dilating as the kill approached. “Not so, Solomon. For you, we are so much more. For you and the shield, my people sent in the big guns. Sent in the heavyweights. The varsity team. The gun-slingers. Leo went by Loki for a while. Loki, the Norse god. You have heard of him, right?” Leo’s mocking cry split the air like a siren. “He almost ended the world once just to liven up a tedious afternoon. He’s mellowed since then. Slightly.”

I stepped toward Solomon. “I, little Trixa, have been called Coyote.” I went to all fours and became a coyote, one the size of a bear. “Kitsune.” My fur turned fox red. “Crow.” Massive black feathered wings sprouted from my shoulders. “Akamataa.” My tail turned to a scaled, thick whip of a lizard. “Amaguq.” The coyote eyes turned to wolf. “Iktomi.” The two yellow wolf eyes multiplied to a spider ’s eight.

My voice wasn’t human anymore and neither was my smile, the teeth changing shape to almost perfect triangles. “But a girl gives so many names out, she begins to forget a few. Too bad you didn’t pay attention in demon school.” I held a clawed paw high. “Gods.” I dropped the paw a little lower. “Tricksters.” I dropped it considerably lower. “Demons.” I couldn’t smile coldly with my changed jaw, but I showed my teeth. “Leo looks down on me for not being a god like him, but I’m happy enough.” I wasn’t a woman any more than Leo was a man—not the human kind. Although the majority of tricksters, like me, are born male or female. I might not be a human woman, but I was a woman through and through. I’d said I was born thirty-one years ago. Another lie. That body had been created just ten years past in Vegas and a good one it was. I liked it a lot. Apparently Solomon had too, much more than the one he was facing now.

“What, Solomon? Am I not sexy now?” I took another step, claws scoring the stone. “Don’t I turn you on anymore?” I bared the teeth of a shark—the Ka-poe-kina-mano trickster. My brother ’s favorite form. He had considered Hawaii his home for a long, long time. It was only right that part of him should be here now. Killing Solomon as Solomon had killed him on that black sand beach while he slept in a human form. He had been young, the trickster version of a teenager, and hadn’t yet learned to shield his mind and aura from the higher demons. Trusting. The only trusting trickster I’d ever known. Easy prey. And Solomon had been the willing predator. His hobby had spilled my brother’s blood. The demon hadn’t chosen him on purpose. He had only crossed his path and did what Solomon did best. Murder. For fun.

It had been pure chance. Entirely catastrophically bad luck . . . for my brother.

Now for Solomon too.

I hoped Solomon wouldn’t make it easy. I hoped he lasted a long time. He was a powerful demon . . . high-level with the speed and skill that went with that.

Which might have mattered in the end if he were up against another demon, but guess what? He wasn’t. Demonic levels were meaningless to me. We were going by a different sort of rank . . . demons, tricksters, gods. And this bastard was outranked. He’d killed my helpless-in-sleep baby brother, but I was no baby.

And I had never been helpless.

My predator grin widened, the backward curving teeth broadening my coyote jaws even further with the crunch of bone. “Don’t you want me? You once said you wanted to be inside me,” I said, my voice thick from my jaw’s changed shape, “and I want you inside me too, Solomon, but I think we have very different ideas of where.”

He started to shimmer, to travel back to Hell, but I was on him first, taking him to the cave floor, physically pinning him to this world as my claws punched through his shoulders. And that’s when he changed to his true form.

Demon. Wings, scales, jagged smoky teeth. Eyes that were poisonous silver whirlpools that threatened to suck you down to Hell.

Scary.

Not.

“And I bet you thought you were the monster of this little fairy tale,” I said through twisted vocal cords. “I’ve searched for you for fifty years. The killer of my brother. The darkest sorrow of my family. Do you remember? A black sand beach in Hawaii? A trickster in human form sleeping on the sand and you slaughtered him before he even had a chance to wake. Eli did say you liked shooting fish in a barrel. Coward.” His teeth snapped at my throat. I met them with my own teeth. “I thought it was you, handsome Solomon. Mysterious Solomon. For at least thirty years I thought it was you as I followed you from place to place, but I needed to know for certain. There were other demons it could’ve been, others who have your same hobby. Those of the same color, although none had your reputation, your sheer numbers of païen killings. I had to be sure.

“I lie, but I lie to make others see the error of their ways.” I removed the claws from one of his shoulders and shredded his right wing. “I trick to make things right. I even kill, if I have to, to balance the scales. But I need proof. Now I have it. Now you will balance Kimano.”

Although it would take a thousand demons to balance the shining heart of my brother. But every journey begins with a single step and killing Solomon was that step. I roared and buried my teeth in his chest. Black blood pumped free and tasted of fire and bile. His two back feet came up beneath me and clawed at my fur-covered underbelly. The claws were sharp and I felt them tear through my skin. It was good, the pain. Good because it let me know Kimano’s justice had come. I dug my teeth deeper into Solomon’s chest and yanked my head sideways, ripping the flesh away in a massive hunk just as a shark would. It flew and landed across the cave with a meaty thump. I saw obsidian bones, but no heart beneath it.

I wasn’t surprised.

He might manufacture one in human form—I had felt it beat against my back last night when Leo as Lenore had stood watch over me—but Solomon had no heart. I’d known that all along. Not even the spiritual equivalent of one. He surged underneath me, throwing me back, but I didn’t let go of him. He wasn’t escaping to Hell. If I had only one tooth left, one claw remaining, I’d hold him here to his death. His teeth buried in my shoulder and he removed my flesh as well. I tucked my wings tight against me and rolled to my side, then up again and lifted into the air, my massive crow wings flapping with a pure surge of muscle. I still had Solomon’s one shoulder hooked firmly on the claws of my Akamataa shape, the dragon. They had passed through his scales and flesh and come out the other side to catch like barbed fishhooks.

He rose in the air with me, fighting me every inch of the way. His wings thrashed as he tried to pull himself away from me. The rended wing had been remaking itself quickly, but with the gaping hole that stretched the width of his chest, the wing had to get in line. Black flesh and ebon and silver scales began to reform over the ribs. “I hated you,” he spat, all that velvety charm gone. All that sweet, sweet care for me now a ghost. “The only thing I thought of you when we touched is how your flesh would taste as I tore you to a pile of gore and scraps. I only wanted the Light from you, bitch. Three years ago I knew you were looking for it. I heard the whispers.”