“Done!” Trent shouted, and Minias grinned. “Back off, Morgan, or I’m taking Ceri with me instead, and you get nothing!”

Seething, I glanced at Ceri. He wouldn’t dare. He wouldn’t dare ask Ceri to go. I saw her fear, hating Trent all the more for threatening her like that. She’d go if I didn’t, if only to try to help her species. “You are foul, Trent,” I said as I backed from him. “This isn’t over. When we’re done here, we’re going to talk.”

“Don’t threaten me,” he said, and my blood seemed to burn under my skin. I looked at my mother, shocked to see her being held back by Keasley. Her color was high and she looked one hundred percent pissed. If I didn’t make it back, she would make sure Trent would be sorry he had ever put me, and now Takata, in danger. If Trent talked, demons would be coming after him, too.

“Interesting,” Minias said, and I spun back to him. “Rachel Mariana Morgan protecting Trenton Aloysius Kalamack? Trenton Aloysius Kalamack paying Rachel Mariana Morgan’s way? This isn’t a suicide run to kill Al. What, by the two worlds, are you doing?”

I pulled back to the edge of the circle until it buzzed a harsh warning. Shit, I hadn’t realized I had telegraphed so much of our intent. Jaw clenched, I glared at Trent. “Get your cookie-ass in there and get your mark so we can get out of here,” I demanded, and Trent blanched. A moment of satisfaction colored my anger, and I made an ugly face. “Yeah,” I said bitterly. “You’re going to wear his mark, and you’re going to have to trust that he doesn’t just change his mind and cart you off once you’re in there with him.”

Ceri frowned. “That’s rude, Rachel,” she said. “He’s bound by law to leave Trenton alone for the duration.”

“Just like Al’s not supposed to hurt me or my family,” I muttered as I backed away from Minias. My legs were shaking from adrenaline as I gestured to Trent to cross over the middle, uninvoked circle and get on with it. The elf got up, brushed himself off, and, with his thin lips pressed tightly, walked over the chalked line with his chin high.

Ceri knelt to touch the line, and a circle of black rose between us and Minias. For a moment, there were three circles, Ceri holding the outer two and Trent holding the innermost one. Then Trent touched his and it fell to put himself and Minias breathing the same air.

Minias smiled, and Trent went ashen. My own heart pounded in the memory of Al doing the same thing to me. Crap, was I trying to feel better about myself by dragging those I envied down to where I was?