For a Few Demons More(69)

He nodded with no expression, and my tension rose another notch. “It’s a public curse. To do it longhand would require some time and be pointless.”

I accepted the dagger. It felt heavy and smooth in my grip, the ornate carvings obvious against my fingers. “Who gets the imbalance?” I asked.

At that, Minias started. “You know about the cost?”

“Of course she knows about that!” Jenks said. “You think you’re dealing with a sophomoric leviter?”

He scowled, and I smiled, admittedly a sour one. Ceri moved so I could see her. She was smug, pleased her student was holding her own. “Who gets the smut?” I asked again.

Minias ran a finger down the embroidered edge of his sleeve. “The wearer of it. But unlike most curses, the smut vanishes along with the mark. Unless the wearer dies before paying it.”

Ceri nodded, saying he was telling the truth. My legs were shaking. I had to get rid of my demon marks. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep my body and soul together if demons kept showing up in my church.

Dagger in my grip, I stared at him. I was going to have to cut him. Demon magic sucked. “Tell me where you want it,” I said.

Minias drew back, his purple robes shifting about his ankles. “You’re asking me?”

“Well, unless you want a big R on your forehead.”

It almost looked like he wanted to smile. “Behind my ear, if you would.”

I ran my gaze up his formidable height. “You’re going to have to bend over.”

Jenks snickered. “You want some lubricant? Rachel’s going to screw you over good.”

“Jenks!” I exclaimed, then stifled a shriek when Minias swooped forward and, before Jenks could react, grabbed me about the waist. Twisting, he plunked my butt on the counter.

“Can you reach me now?” he said, his eyes happy that he had scared me. Damn it, I wasn’t safe in here, I don’t care what he’d agreed to.

Ceri paced outside the circle, and Jenks was shedding white-hot sparkles. “Don’t touch me,” I said, my voice high as I sat frozen on the counter, shaking as I gripped my knife. “You touch me again, and I’ll…I’ll do something!”

“This is the most backward bargain I’ve ever made,” Minias muttered sulkily, not impressed with my threat. He glanced at Jenks hovering out of his reach with his sword bared, then moved his attention to me. “Well?”

My hand was still shaking. He was at the right height, and nervous, I reached out with my free hand and brushed his curly hair aside to show the pale skin behind it. I could smell the ever-after on him, but combined with the herbs around me it sort of smelled nice. I let his soft hair slip through my fingers, then pulled his curls back once more, enjoying the sensation.

“Touch me like that again,” Minias said in a low voice, “and I’ll rip your fingers off.”

I glanced at Ceri and remembered her twisted affections for her demon captor. “Sorry.” Immediately I strengthened my hold on the line. Steeling myself, I felt my grip on the knife go slick with sweat. “I’m really sorry,” I said, then made a quick downward cut.

Normal-looking blood flowed, and Jenks’s wings hummed in agitation. Minias stiffened. “Invoke the curse, you idiot!” he snapped.

Ceri was standing helplessly outside her circle, and before I lost my nerve, I said the words. A curious sensation pulled through me, like when I had called Minias the first time. I was tapping in to a communal spell, and it gave me the willies. My lips parted, and Jenks swore as the cut mended right before me, a line of scar tissue showing when the smear of ever-after vanished.

“Holy crap!” Jenks blurted, and Minias jerked away. Three steps from me, he felt the skin behind his ear and frowned. Remembering the knife in my hand, I dropped it. The clatter of it hitting the counter was loud.

“You promised you’d leave,” I reminded him. “Now.”

His goat-slitted eyes fixed on me, and though I knew it was impossible, I felt as if he were seeing my past, or maybe my future. Face unreadable, Minias leaned close. The cloying odor of burnt amber mixed with the dry scent of his silk robes, and I refused to shrink away. “I can change my eyes if I work at it,” he murmured, and I jerked back.

“It could be you didn’t hear my voice because you’re an unregistered user,” he added, as if not having said his previous words. “You need to change that.”

Ceri was pale, and feeling ill, I said, “I don’t want to be in a demon registry. Go.”

Minias touched the crucible, his fingers coming away with ash. “It’s too late. You put yourself on it when you called me the first time. Either update your information so I can reach you, or I have every right to pop over here any time I think I have a way to remove my mark.”