My skin was tingling, and I felt a surge of incoming force from the line, my control of it slipping as my anger grew. I took a quick breath and narrowed the inflow before my chi overflowed and I’d have to spindle it. “I’m okay. I’m okay…” I said, pushing her hand off me. I felt uncomfortable, and even her light touch was too much.

She backed up uneasily, and Jenks landed on her shoulder. I turned from their twin worried looks. I was fine, damn it!

Ready to push the issue, I rounded on Minias, but the demon had dropped back to the center counter, his smooth face placid and a new glint in his goatlike eyes as he looked at me in speculation. Fear struck through me, and my anger vanished.

Seeing it, Minias smiled. “I’ll take your mark, witch,” he said. “I’ll even teach you how to give one. For free,” he added, and my breath hissed in.

“Rache,” Jenks chimed. “This is a bad idea.”

But Minias had pushed himself into motion, his robe’s hem shifting to a halt as he came to stand within inches of the circle’s barrier. He smiled, and I shivered. He had absolutely perfect teeth, and his skin was flawless. Just like mine.

Ceri was suddenly at my elbow. “I don’t like this.”

“Oh, Cerdiwen Merriam Dulciate doesn’t like it.” Minias arched his eyebrows and smirked. “She’ll do it. Someday she’s going to want something. She’s going to want it bad. And I’m going to be the one she calls.” He put his round hat back on. “I can hardly wait.”

I was sure there were demons more dangerous than Minias, but his owing me a favor sounded like the back door into trouble, not the front door out of the same. My eyes went to the clock again. “Fine. Let’s do this.”

Ceri made a small noise, and Jenks’s wings clattered. The two of them looked alone and unhappy. Minias, though, was pleased. Stepping back from the circle’s edge, he gestured in invitation. “We can’t do this through a circle,” he said, inclining his head.

I cringed, and I wondered if I should just have made a stupid wish, like for a box of cookies or something. My thoughts went to Al and how he had given me my marks, and then Newt. “Newt didn’t touch me,” I said, feeling the mark heavy on the bottom of my foot.

“You know this…how?” he said, making me feel even better.

Oh, God. My stomach tightened at the idea of letting Minias out. Ceri could hold a circle bigger than my kitchen circle. She could make an airlock of sorts. “Ceri?”

“I can hold him, but to trust his word he won’t hurt you? I…I don’t like this.”