His office was extremely comfortable…surprisingly not intimidating. He sat down not behind the desk but on a couch in the corner. “It’s all real.”

“You’ve seen stuff before.”

“Yeah, but…”

I glanced at Will, then sat down. “Alright. This demon is…stalking me. He…”

“…had a spell on you to make you vulnerable to any suggestion he made.” William also sat down.

“Great. So I have to…”

“He didn’t actually touch your soul,” William added. “But if you’re a religious man, I’d suggest spending some time in church.”

Fitz nodded slowly, then turned to me. “What are you?”

“I can’t tell you that yet. I’m not a demon, and I’m not your enemy…except in trying to get Mike out of this mess.”

“Unfortunately, we can’t exactly have you shapeshift in court to show how it’s done. Can we?”

I shook my head. “Half of the jury, at least, wouldn’t even see it. They’d deny the reality. They’d think I’d looked like that all along or something. I mean, people are fooled by it, but actually doing it…besides, I don’t shapeshift.”

William glanced at me.

Fitz stared at me. “You’re a freaking fairy, aren’t you. Like, the scary kind.”

I was tempted to let him believe that. “Fairies aren’t the only beings good at glamors.” I let out a breath. “Reality is that I don’t want you involved in this, but you are. So I’ll arrange you some protection.”

“And if I drop the case…”

I pursed my lips. “They’ll just hire somebody else. Somebody who doesn’t have protection.”

He nodded, thoughtfully. “I…wouldn’t have believed you if I hadn’t seen that, but…I believe you. I just don’t know what to do.”

“Trust me, it’ll work out somehow.” I glanced at William. “Any word your end…”

“Stuff’s moving. But I don’t know what.”

I’d have to be content with that. “I’m going to call a witch about a protection spell.”

“And I’m going to give you this.” William offered Fitz a bottle. “Yes, it’s what you probably think it is.”

The lawyer laughed a sharp, nervous laugh, but took the bottle.