“Good.” Ceri’s thin shoulders relaxed. Only now did she turn to stand side by side with me and face Minias. “I’ll help you make a contract that will be untwistable.”

Minias’s bark of laughter caught me off guard, and I frowned when he put his hands behind his back to make himself look immovable. “No,” he said simply. “I heard what you did to Al. I bargain with her.” His slitted eyes narrowed, and his gaze slid over me to make my skin crawl. “I do not bargain with you, nor will I allow you to act as her liaison.”

Red spots appearing on her cheeks, Ceri stiffened. “You can’t stipulate anything, you sophomoric…leviter!”

I didn’t know what a leviter was, but Minias frowned.

Jenks landed on my shoulder. “She just told him he was a newbie at bargaining,” he whispered, and I made a hmmmm of understanding, then wondered how he had known.

Minias looked positively ticked, and I didn’t like the way he was tapping his slippers against the bottom of the circle as if looking for a way out. “Both of you knock it off,” I said to get their attention. “It doesn’t matter, Ceri. I don’t want anything from him, so he’s going to have to wear my mark.”

That didn’t sit well with Minias at all, and he smacked his hand into the barrier with a pained grunt. The scent of burnt amber became obvious, and my nose wrinkled. The demon turned his back on me, his robes furling as he inspected his fist, and Rex sauntered out. I heard the cat door squeak, and from the garden came a high-pitched cheer. Rex streaked in, her nails skittering in the hall as she ran to hide—under Ivy’s bed, probably.

Jenks flitted to me, hovering so close my eyes almost crossed. “You can do that?”

“He seems to think so.” I waved him away only to find Ceri watching me in worry.

“I’m not going to do this!” Minias interjected, and my gaze darted to him, then the clock. Damn it, Ivy would be home soon, and having those two meet was a really bad idea.

“You will,” I said, hands on my hips and coming closer. “There is nothing you can give me, nothing you can teach me. Either you take Al’s or Newt’s mark off me in exchange for your own or you take my mark and get the hell out of my kitchen!”

“Easy,” Ceri cautioned, and I jumped when her hand touched my arm.