My head came up. “Nick?” I breathed.

Al held a long hand over the receiver and simpered. “It’s your boyfriend. I’ll field it for you. You look tired.” Wrinkling his nose, he turned to the phone. “Feel that, did you?” he said cheerfully. “Something missing, now is there? Be careful what you wish for, little wizard.”

“Where’s Rachel!” came Nick’s voice, thin and tinny. He sounded panicked, and my heart sank. I reached out, knowing Al wouldn’t give the phone to me.

“Why, she’s at my feet,” Al said, grinning. “Mine, all mine. She made a mistake, and now she’s mine. Send her flowers for her grave. It’s all you can do.”

The demon listened for a moment, emotions flickering over him. “Oh, don’t be making promises you can’t keep. It is so-o-o-o lower class. As it happens, I’m not in need of a familiar anymore, so I won’t be responding to your little summons; don’t call me. She saved your soul, little man. Too bad you never told her how much you loved her. Humans are so stupid.”

He broke the connection with Nick in mid-protest. Snapping the phone closed, he dropped it back in my bag. It started ringing immediately, and he tapped it once. My phone played its obnoxious good-bye song and shut off.

“Now.” Al clapped his hands. “Where were we? Ah yes. I’ll be right back. I want to see it work.” Red eyes glowing in delight, he vanished with a small shift of air.

“Rachel!” Ceri cried. She fell into me, dragging me out of the broken circle. I pushed at her, too depressed to try to get away. It was coming. Al was going to fill me with his force, making me feel his thoughts, turning me into a copper-top battery that could make his tea and do his dishes. The first of my helpless tears dribbled out, but I couldn’t find the will to hate myself for them. I knew I should be crying. I had gambled my life to put Piscary away and lost.

“Rachel! Please!” Ceri pleaded, her grip on my arm hurting as she tried to drag me. My damp feet made a squeaking noise, and I pushed at her, trying to get her to stop.

A red bubble of ever-after popped into existence where Al had pinged out. The air pressure violently shifted, and both Ceri and I clasped our hands to our ears.

“Damn it all to heaven and back!” Al swore, his velvet green frock open and in disarray. His hair was wild and his glasses were gone. “You did everything right!” he shouted, gesturing violently. “I’ve got your aura. You’ve got mine. Why can’t I reach you through the lines!”

Ceri knelt behind me, her arm protectively about me. “It didn’t work?” she quavered, pulling me back a little more. Her wet finger traced a quick circle about us.

“Do I look like it worked?” he exclaimed. “Do I look happy to you?”

“No,” she breathed, and her circle expanded about us, black-smeared but strong. “Rachel,” she said, giving me a squeeze. “You’re going to be okay.”