could hear the uncertainty in her voice but she clenched her fists tightly and stared into its yellow eyes.
Sugart looked slowly around the room again, and then back at her. Its chest rose and fell and its foul breath made eddies in the smoky air.
‘What is it you want?’ asked Sugart. Its voice was low and menacing and seemed to come from deep within its chest.
‘I want to get out of here.’
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N ightingale stared at Frimost as he spoke, choosing his words carefully. ‘A man called Ainsley Gosling sold you a soul thirty-one years ago. The soul of his then-unborn daughter. In exchange for her soul, you gave him power over women.’
Frimost nodded thoughtfully. ‘That may be so.’
‘You don’t remember?’
‘Many souls are promised to me. Many men want what I have to offer.’ He banged his stick on the ground. ‘I grow impatient, Nightingale. Get to the point.’
‘Her name is Robyn Reynolds now. In two years’ time, on her thirty-third birthday, you will claim her soul. I want to get it back for her.’
Frimost laughed and his whole body juddered and shook, from his double chins to the rolls of fat around his ankles. Even after he stopped laughing his flesh continued to slop around his body. ‘A deal is a deal, and once done it cannot be undone,’ he said.
‘Well, that’s not strictly speaking true, is it?’ said Nightingale. ‘Deals can be renegotiated.’
‘Only if both parties are willing. And in this case I’m not. I have been promised the soul of Robyn Reynolds and in two years’ time her soul will be mine. The deal was done and there is no going back on it.’
‘But the deal wasn’t with my sister. It was with our father.’
‘It makes no difference. A parent can sell an unborn soul up until the moment of birth. You are wasting your time, Nightingale. And more to the point, you are wasting mine.’
‘What if there was something else that you wanted? Something that I could offer you in exchange?’
Frimost looked at Nightingale, his eyes narrowing. ‘What did you have in mind?’
‘That would be up to you,’ said Nightingale.
‘Would you be prepared to put your soul on the table?’ asked Frimost quietly. ‘Your soul for hers?’
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S ugart reached out a claw towards the pentagram, as if testing it. Robyn took an involuntary step backwards then froze as she saw that she was right up against the chalk outline of the pentagram. She forced herself to move back into the centre of the circle. Sugart’s chest juddered and a grating rumble resonated from its chest. It was laughing, she realised. It was laughing at her.
‘How did you know how to call me?’ asked Sugart.
‘I asked around,’ said Robyn. ‘Does it matter?’
Sugart shuffled to the side and cocked its head as it stared at the pentagram. ‘You have practised the dark arts before?’
Robyn shook her head. ‘I’ve never needed to. But I’m at the end of my tether now and I can’t think of anything else to do.’
‘I am your last resort?’
‘Yes.’
Sugart smiled. ‘My favourite customer.’ The tongue flicked out. It was several feet long, grey and slimy, and moved as if it had a life of its own.
‘Is that what I am? A customer?’
‘I can give you what you want. Your freedom. You will have to pay a price for it. That makes you a customer.’
‘So you can do it? You can help me escape?’
‘Of course. But are you prepared to pay the price?’
‘What price?’
‘You know what the price is. If you didn’t know, you wouldn’t have summoned me.’
‘My soul?’
‘Yes. Your soul.’
‘What if I don’t believe that I have a soul?’
‘Your belief is neither here nor there. All that I require is for you to offer it to me in exchange for what you want.’ The tongue flicked out and just as quickly vanished back into Sugart’s mouth.
‘I want to get out of here,’ said Robyn. ‘I want to go far away and I want a new life.’
‘Agreed,’ said Sugart.
‘And I want to never be found, never brought back to this place. I want to keep my freedom.’
‘Agreed.’
‘You can do that? You can really do that?’
Sugart’s face twisted into what passed for a grin. ‘If I can’t hold up my end of the bargain, what would be the point of all this?’
Robyn ran a hand through her hair. ‘Do I have to do something? Sign something?’
‘You mean, sign a parchment with your own blood?’ Sugart threw back his head and laughed. ‘That isn’t how it works, Robyn. You tell me what you want, I tell you the price, and if you agree to the price then the deal is done and there is no going back. Your word is your bond.’
Robyn folded her arms. It had gone icy cold in the room and her breath formed clouds around her mouth. ‘Then let’s do it,’ she said.
‘You understand there is no going back, and a deal once done cannot be rescinded?’
‘I understand.’
Sugart nodded and his reptilian tongue flicked out. ‘It is done,’ he said.
The smoke rippled and there was a deep rumbling noise that vibrated through Robyn’s internal organs, and then Sugart was gone.
Robyn put her hands on her hips and looked around the room. ‘Now what?’ she said.
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F rimost rolled his head around, pushing his chin against the rolls of fat around his neck. His face was dripping with sweat and it glistened in the candlelight. ‘I am waiting, Nightingale,’ he said. ‘Your soul for your sister’s. That’s a deal I can work with.’
Nightingale stared at Frimost for several seconds. ‘No,’ he said eventually.
‘So you want to save your sister, but not at the expense of yourself?’
Nightingale grimaced. ‘I went to a lot of trouble to keep my soul. I’m not prepared to give it up now.’
Frimost shook his head. ‘You have nothing else I want. So say the words and let me go.’
‘If I change my mind about my soul, can we deal?’
‘Perhaps,’ said Frimost.
‘I’ll get back to you,’ said Nightingale.
‘I wouldn’t leave it too long.’
