My blood quickened at the new sound of his voice, deeper almost. “Just Rachel, okay,” I said, hoping I wasn’t making as big a mistake as I thought I was. Minias smiled. Great. Another charming demon. I sort of prefer the insane ones. My eyes darted to the clock. I had to get this done before Ivy got back. I jerked when he moved, but all Minias did was pick up the knife I’d left on the counter behind him. Oh, God, I’m going to be sick.

Jenks took flight when Minias extended the blade to me, hilt first. “Cut me with it while saying abyssus abyssum invocat, and it should trigger the curse.”

My hand shook as I took the dagger from his long fingers. It was a curse? Well, duh, I thought, recalling that my demon marks had transformed along with me when I’d been a wolf. Swallowing, I pulled my gaze up to his curly hair and his eyes, so very wrong. “That’s it?”

He nodded with no expression, and my tension rose another notch. “It’s a public curse. To do it longhand would require some time and be pointless.”

I accepted the dagger. It felt heavy and smooth in my grip, the ornate carvings obvious against my fingers. “Who gets the imbalance?” I asked.

At that, Minias started. “You know about the cost?”

“Of course she knows about that!” Jenks said. “You think you’re dealing with a sophomoric leviter?”

He scowled, and I smiled, admittedly a sour one. Ceri moved so I could see her. She was smug, pleased her student was holding her own. “Who gets the smut?” I asked again.

Minias ran a finger down the embroidered edge of his sleeve. “The wearer of it. But unlike most curses, the smut vanishes along with the mark. Unless the wearer dies before paying it.”

Ceri nodded, saying he was telling the truth. My legs were shaking. I had to get rid of my demon marks. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep my body and soul together if demons kept showing up in my church.

Dagger in my grip, I stared at him. I was going to have to cut him. Demon magic sucked. “Tell me where you want it,” I said.

Minias drew back, his purple robes shifting about his ankles. “You’re asking me?”

“Well, unless you want a big R on your forehead.”

It almost looked like he wanted to smile. “Behind my ear, if you would.”

I ran my gaze up his formidable height. “You’re going to have to bend over.”

Jenks snickered. “You want some lubricant? Rachel’s going to screw you over good.”

“Jenks!” I exclaimed, then stifled a shriek when Minias swooped forward and, before Jenks could react, grabbed me about the waist. Twisting, he plunked my butt on the counter.