“What?” Faye gasped, her wide-eyed gaze swinging toward him. “We made a deal to save Layla’s life. If you go back on the deal, your barter demon will pay the price.”

“He’s not asking to be released from the deal,” I said, and I didn’t have to look at Roth to know he was smiling. “I’m telling you. You’re going to offer Bambi back to him. It will be your choice, so thank you for that. The deal will be null.”

“Those are technicalities,” she sputtered, color flooding her cheeks once more. “He’s asked you to do this.”

“But I’m not the one asking you to be released from the deal.” Smugness dripped from Roth’s voice. “And you know that’s the only thing that matters.”

Faye began to tremble with anger or fear or possibly both. “And if I refuse? You’ll kill me? You’ll kill everyone in here? Because that’s what will happen. If you attack me, they will defend me.” She dipped her chin, and a blast of hot air flipped a napkin over and stirred the tendrils of hair around my face. “I will defend myself.”

“Did you just do that? Cause a breeze to roll over the table?” I widened my eyes. “Scary. That was so very scary, I’m actually quaking in my shoes over here.”

Roth snorted.

“And when did I say I’d allow you to live after you gave up Bambi?” I continued, my chin still resting in my hands. “That’s pretty presumptuous of you.”

Faye inhaled sharply.

“After all, you want me dead. You actually need me dead to make use of all my glorious parts, which I doubt will be used for the betterment of anyone but you or your coven,” I told her. “How in the world could you ever think you would walk away from this alive?”

“That’s a damn good question,” Roth said. “And you should listen to her and make this easy. Release Bambi and null the deal. You know what to say. ‘I end this deal bartered by the demon Cayman and release this familiar.’ That’s all. Say it.”

“I...” Faye shook her head and then shuddered. Her hand floated to her arm, to where Bambi rested. She was going to release the familiar even though it was too—

She raised her hands.

The table between us slammed into Roth and me, pinning us into the booth. Pain lanced across my stomach as Roth cursed.

Okay. That was definitely not a breeze.

I worked my fingers between the table and my stomach as Faye rose from the booth, her black hair lifting from her face as her fingers splayed out. Her skin flushed and her dark eyes flashed a cinnamon brown. My gaze dropped. Yep. Her sensible black heels were several inches off the floor.

She was levitating.

I wished I could levitate.