“No, no, no!” I raged as the rising imbalance ebbed to nothing and the surrounding demons laughed, thinking I was simply trying to scratch Ku’Sox’s eyes out. “Let me go, you idiots!” I’d done it wrong! I’d done something wrong or it would have worked and I would have had him!

Al had an arm around my middle, physically holding me against him as my feet slipped on the reed mats while I struggled for purchase. “No fighting in Dalliance, Rachel,” he crooned, and I shoved his hand off me as soon as I got my weight over my feet again.

“You see me!” I shouted at Ku’Sox, glad I’d finally gotten rid of that headdress thing, now broken on the floor. “If you ever touch me again, I’ll lay you out!” I threatened him, almost spitting in frustration.

They only laughed. Except for Al, standing nervously beside me, and Newt, who had felt what I had tried to do. Dali was at the outskirts, knowing something had happened but not what. And Ku’Sox, of course, who was sallow faced, clearly knowing how close it had been. Why hadn’t it worked?

Slowly Ku’Sox regained his pompous air as he shook off the good-natured offers of assistance, but he would meet my eyes only in quick glances, equal amounts of caution and loathing in him. But I’d seen him screaming like a little girl, and I knew he’d been terrified.

He ought to be afraid. I’d almost had the perv. Now it would be harder. He was warned, and I’d lost my easy chance. “You dare to call me less of a demon than you?” I exclaimed, pissed as I shook in anger with nothing between us but air. “I’m not the one doing the bidding of a lame-ass elf!” I said, pointing at him. “You owe your freedom to an elf! One that I let go!”

The surrounding jeers and calls from the watching demons rose high, and Ku’Sox frowned as the helping hands fell away. In the distance, I heard a fox bark, and the puddle of light grew when someone stilled the wildly swinging lamp and relit it with a tweak on a line.

“An elf?” Dali was leaning casually against a support pole. “Ku’Sox, you owe your freedom to Rachel’s castoffs?”

It wasn’t the angle I’d been going for, but it made Ku’Sox angry, his eyes squinting as he bent to beat the dust from his robes. “That thing is a witch,” he said, pointing at me. “A stunted double X that Algaliarept is dressing up like a demon to further his pathetic attempt at familiar procurement.”

“Pathetic?” Al drawled as he sat down, leaving me standing alone. “You’ve been gone too long, you little zit pus. I’m more of a snag artist than you’ll ever be, and I know talent when I see it. Rachel may be born from a witch, but she is a demon as much as you are a pain in the ass with the social skills of a dog. Still eating souls, Ku’Sox? That’s like eating God’s shit.”