“No fairy-crap way.” The dust slipping from Jenks was a red so deep that it seemed black.

“Absolutely not,” I echoed. I scowled and slid my chair back.

Unperturbed, Minias shook more cinnamon into his coffee. “Then he’ll kill you. I don’t care.”

“Obviously you do or you wouldn’t be here,” I said sharply. “You can’t hold him without my name. You don’t care if I live or die. It’s you you’re worried about.”

My mom sat stiff and miserable. “Will you remove her demon marks if she does this? All of them?”

“Mom!” I exclaimed, not aware that she even knew about my demon marks.

Green eyes full of pain, she took my cold fingers in hers. “Your aura is filthy, honey. And I do watch the news. If this demon can remove your marks and purge your aura, then you should at least find out what the consequences or possible side effects are.”

“Mom, it’s not just a password, it’s a summoning name!”

Minias gazed at my mother with a new interest. “It’s a summoning name that has no pull on you,” he said. “The most that will likely happen is you fielding a few months of redirected calls to Al.”

I took my hand from my mother’s, not believing this was happening. “You said I had to pick a name no one could figure out, that if someone did, they could make my life miserable. Do you know how many people know Al’s name? I don’t, but it’s more than know mine.” Done with this, I pushed myself from the table. The chair scraped, and the vibration went all the way up my spine and made me shiver.

“That’s the point, witch,” Minias said, making the word an insult. “If you don’t, you’re going to die. I intervened tonight in the hope you’d be willing to come to an arrangement, but I won’t do it again. I simply don’t care.”

Fear, or maybe adrenaline, sparked through me. Arrangement? He meant a deal. A deal with a demon. My mother’s eyes pleaded with me, and Jenks lifted his poker, bristling. “Is that a threat?” he snarled, his wings going red with his increased circulation.

“A statement of odds.” Minias set his cup down with a sense of finality. The napkin was next, folded and laid flat beside it. “Yes or no.”

“Pick someone else,” I said. “There are millions of witches. Someone has got to be more stupid than me and say yes. Give them a name and exchange it with Al.”

He looked at me from over his shades. “You’re one of two witches this side of the lines whose blood is capable of making a strong enough bond. Yes or no?”