The Good, The Bad, And The Undead

anything. He appeared, thinking I was trying to call him with some information to pay off my debt. Thank God I was in a circle.' Nick glanced at the soggy papers with their silver chalk lines. 'Just like he showed up tonight.'

Together we turned to the demon, and it sent its shoulders to rise and fall in a shrug. It seemed more than willing to wait out our argument, more interested in Ivy's favorites list than us at the moment.

'It's an it, not a him,' I said. 'And I'm not going to let you blame this on the demon.'

'How very kind of you, Rachel Mariana Morgan,' the demon said, and I scowled.

Nick was starting to look angry. On sudden impulse I pushed the hair from his left temple. My breath caught as I saw two lines bisecting his demon scar instead of one. 'Nick!' I wailed. 'You know what happens when you get too many of those?'

He took a bothered step back, and his brown hair fell to hide it.

'It can pull you into the ever-after!' I shouted, wanting to smack him a good one. I had only one line through my demon scar, and the worry still kept me up at night.

Nick said nothing, watching me with unrepentant eyes. Damn it all to hell, he wasn't even trying to explain himself. 'Talk to me!' I exclaimed.

'Rachel,' he said. 'Nothing is going to happen. I'm being careful.'

'But you have two IOUs,' I protested. 'If you don't make good, you belong to it.'

He smiled confidently, and I cursed his belief that the printed word held all the answers and he would be safe if he followed the rules. 'It's okay,' he said as he took my shoulders again. 'I've only entered into a trial contract.'

'Trial contract…' I stammered, floored. 'Nick, this isn't twenty CDs for a penny with only three more to buy. It's trying to take your soul!'

The demon chuckled, and I flicked a glance at it.

'That's not going to happen,' Nick soothed. 'I can call on him whenever I want, same as if I gave him my soul. And at the end of three years I walk away with no ties or commitments.'

'If it sounds like too good a deal, you aren't looking at the fine print.'

Still he smiled, his face showing confidence instead of the terror he should have been feeling. 'I read the fine print.' His finger rose to touch my lips and stop my outburst. 'All of it. I get minor questions answered for free, and I can put larger questions to him on credit.'

My eyes closed. 'Nick. Did you know your aura is rimmed in black? You look like a wraith in my mind's eye.'

'So do you, love,' Nick whispered, pulling me close.

Shocked, I did nothing as his arms went about me. My aura was as tainted as his? I hadn't done anything but let it save my life.

'He has all the answers, Rachel,' Nick whispered, and I felt my hair move with his breath. 'I can't help it.'

The demon cleared its throat, and I pulled away from Nick.

'Nick Sparagmos is my best student since Benjamin Franklin,' the demon said, its accent making it sound completely reasonable as it touched Ivy's screen to make it go blue. It didn't fool me, though. The thing couldn't be swayed by pity, guilt, or remorse. If it had found a way past my circle, it would have killed us both for the audacity of calling it from the ever-after—whether it had been intentional or not.

'Though Attila could have gone far if he had been able to look past the military applications,' it continued, looking at its nails. 'And it is hard to best Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci for outright cleverness.'

'Name dropper,' I muttered, and the demon inclined its head graciously. It was more obvious than words that if Nick had the demon at his beck and call for three years, he would agree to anything to keep it there. Which was exactly what the demon was counting on.

'Um, Rachel,' Nick said as he took my elbow. 'Since he's here, you might want to arrange for a summoning name from him so he doesn't show up every time you close a circle and draw a pentagram. That's how he got my name. I gave it to him for his summoning name.'

'I know your names, Rachel Mariana Morgan,' the demon said. 'I want a secret.'

My stomach clenched. 'Sure,' I said tiredly, scrambling for something. I had a few of those. My eyes fell on the photo of my dad and Trent's father, and I silently held it up to the transparent sheet of ever-after.

'Where's the secret in that?' the demon mocked. 'Two men standing before a bus.' Then it blinked. I watched, fascinated, as the horizontal slits went wide until its eyes were almost black. It stood, reaching out for it. A muttered curse slipped past its lips as its fingers smacked into the barrier. I smelled burnt amber.

My pulse leapt at its sudden interest. Maybe it was enough to completely pay off my debt. 'Interested?' I taunted. 'Clear my debt, and I'll tell you who they both are.'

The demon fell back, chuckling. 'Oh, you think it's that important?' it mocked. But its eyes tracked the photo as I set it on the counter behind me. Without warning, it shifted forms. The red blur of ever-after melted and flowed. I stared, appalled, as it took on my face. It even had freckles. It was like staring into a mirror, and my skin crawled as my image moved without my volition. Nick went ashen, his long face slack as he stared from me to it.

'I know who both men are,' the demon said in my voice. 'The one is your father, the other is Trenton Aloysius Kalamack's father. But the camp bus?' Its eyes fastened on me in a devious delight. 'Rachel Mariana Morgan, you have indeed given me a secret.'

It knew Trent's middle name? Then the same demon attacked us both. Someone had wanted us both dead. For an instant I was tempted to ask the demon who, then dropped my eyes. I could find that out on my own, and it wouldn't cost me my soul.

'Call us even for you having taken me through the ley lines and leave me forever,' I said, and the demon laughed. I wondered if my teeth were really that big when I opened my mouth.

'Oh, you are a love,' it said in my voice and its accent. 'Seeing that picture is enough to buy a summoning name, perhaps, but if you want to absolve your debt, I need something more. Something that could mean your death if it was whispered into the right ear.'

The thought that I might be rid of it completely filled me with a reckless daring. 'What if I told you why I was there? At that camp?' Nick moved nervously beside me, but if I got rid of the demon forever, it would be worth it.

The demon snickered. 'You flatter yourself. That can't be worth your soul.'

'Then I'll tell you why I was there if I can summon you safely even without a circle,' I blurted, thinking it didn't want to clear my debt simply so it would have a chance at me later.

At that, the demon laughed, turning my stomach as its appearance grotesquely shifted back to the British gentleman even as it roared in mirth. 'A promise of safety without a circle?' it said, wiping its eyes when it could speak again. 'There's nothing on this God-stinking earth that's worth that.'

I swallowed hard. My secret was good—and all I wanted was to be free of it—but it wouldn't believe it was worth it unless I told it first. 'I had a rare blood disease,' I said before I could change my mind. 'I think Trent's father fixed it with his illegal genetic therapy.'

The demon chortled. 'You and several thousand other brats.' Coattails furling, it strode to the edge of the circle. I backpedaled to the counter, heart pounding. 'You had better start taking this seriously, or I will lose my good…' It jerked as it caught sight of my book, open to the charm for binding a familiar. '…temper,' it finished, the word trailing to nothing.

'Where did you—' it stammered, then it blinked, sending its goat-slitted eyes over me, then Nick. I couldn't have been more surprised when a small sound of disbelief escaped it. 'Oh,' it said, sounding shocked. 'Damn me thrice.'

Nick reached behind me, closing the book and covering it with my sheets of black paper. Suddenly I felt ten times more nervous. My gaze roved over the transparent candles and the pentagram made out of salt. What in hell was I doing?

The demon backed away with a deep-in-thought, toe-to-heel motion. White-gloved hand to its chin, it eyed me with a new intentness, giving me the sensation that it could see through me as easily as I could see through those green candles I had lit, not knowing what they were for. Its quick shift from anger to surprise to an insidious contriving went right to my core, shaking me.

'Well now, let's not be hasty,' it amended, its brow furrowed as it glanced at the gadget-strewn watch that