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His eyes narrowed.
"Can we skip the insult toss?" I said. "The sooner I'm out of here, the sooner we'll both be much happier."
"She must be killed, but not allowed to die."
"Deliver a mortal blow, you mean." I paused, thinking it through. "If the host is still alive, she can jump free. If the host is dead, she can jump free...unless she's skewered on the end of an angel sword first. But during that time between life and death, she's stuck, isn't she?"
Dachev glared at me.
"Yes or no," I said. "Is she trapped in the host when it's stuck between life and death?"
"Yes."
"But how do you pull her out? A spell?"
"No." He paused then, but I could tell he wanted this over with, so after a moment, he said, "Her spirit starts to separate as the host dies. You'll see it. At that point, she's powerless--she can't transport herself and she doesn't have her demonic strength."
I remembered the community center, when the Nix had escaped from her partner's body before Trsiel could deliver the life-ending blow. I'd seen her spirit oozing out from Lily. Only one problem with this scenario. The life-ending-blow part. For a split-second, I mentally panicked, certain I was right back where I'd started, and there was no way to catch the Nix except by killing Jaime, and if the Fates wouldn't allow that, then how the hell--
"But the host didn't die," I said. "She was resuscitated, wasn't she?"
Dachev's jaw locked. Another opportunity to mock me lost. After a moment, he answered with a nod.
"Out loud," I said.
"Yes," he said through his teeth. "She was brought back to life. People were nearby. Someone found her-
-"
"And resuscitated her." I walked to his side. "Where did you find out how to do this? Is there a book?"
A short laugh. "Book? Books are for those who lack the mental capacity to think for themselves. I figured it out by myself."
His eyes darkened.
"Uh, wanna try that one again?" I asked.
He let out another stream of profanity. I paused, thinking, then laughed loud enough that the sudden noise made him jump.
"It was an accident, wasn't it?" I said. "You were tracking the Nix. You found her, and as you were trying to figure out what to do next, her partner almost died. You saw the Nix's spirit and you cut her a deal. Help you escape from the Fates or you'd sic an angel on her. It wasn't planned. It was pure, dumb luck."
Dachev snarled, then spat on the floor.
"No need to answer that one," I said.
I untied his bindings.
"There, freed as promise--"
He lunged to his feet and hit me, knocking me back. I recovered, but before I could retaliate, he'd backed off. He crossed the room, hands clenched, then turned to face me.
"You have what you came for," he said. "Now drink your hellsbane potion and go."
"Oh, don't worry, I will."
A tiny smile tweaked his lips. "No, pretty one, I don't think so."
He lifted his hand, fist clenched, turning up palm up, like a magician about to reveal the hidden quarter. When he opened his hand, I knew what would be in it. I started to run even before I saw the vial of hellsbane potion. I was three-quarters of the way across the room when he turned the uncapped bottle upside down. The potion spilled onto the floorboards.
