“Can you reach me now?” he said, his eyes happy that he had scared me. Damn it, I wasn’t safe in here, I don’t care what he’d agreed to.

Ceri paced outside the circle, and Jenks was shedding white-hot sparkles. “Don’t touch me,” I said, my voice high as I sat frozen on the counter, shaking as I gripped my knife. “You touch me again, and I’ll…I’ll do something!”

“This is the most backward bargain I’ve ever made,” Minias muttered sulkily, not impressed with my threat. He glanced at Jenks hovering out of his reach with his sword bared, then moved his attention to me. “Well?”

My hand was still shaking. He was at the right height, and nervous, I reached out with my free hand and brushed his curly hair aside to show the pale skin behind it. I could smell the ever-after on him, but combined with the herbs around me it sort of smelled nice. I let his soft hair slip through my fingers, then pulled his curls back once more, enjoying the sensation.

“Touch me like that again,” Minias said in a low voice, “and I’ll rip your fingers off.”

I glanced at Ceri and remembered her twisted affections for her demon captor. “Sorry.” Immediately I strengthened my hold on the line. Steeling myself, I felt my grip on the knife go slick with sweat. “I’m really sorry,” I said, then made a quick downward cut.

Normal-looking blood flowed, and Jenks’s wings hummed in agitation. Minias stiffened. “Invoke the curse, you idiot!” he snapped.

Ceri was standing helplessly outside her circle, and before I lost my nerve, I said the words. A curious sensation pulled through me, like when I had called Minias the first time. I was tapping in to a communal spell, and it gave me the willies. My lips parted, and Jenks swore as the cut mended right before me, a line of scar tissue showing when the smear of ever-after vanished.

“Holy crap!” Jenks blurted, and Minias jerked away. Three steps from me, he felt the skin behind his ear and frowned. Remembering the knife in my hand, I dropped it. The clatter of it hitting the counter was loud.

“You promised you’d leave,” I reminded him. “Now.”

His goat-slitted eyes fixed on me, and though I knew it was impossible, I felt as if he were seeing my past, or maybe my future. Face unreadable, Minias leaned close. The cloying odor of burnt amber mixed with the dry scent of his silk robes, and I refused to shrink away. “I can change my eyes if I work at it,” he murmured, and I jerked back.

“It could be you didn’t hear my voice because you’re an unregistered user,” he added, as if not having said his previous words. “You need to change that.”