Clapping his white-gloved hands once, he spun to make his coattails furl. 'Now. Watch closely, Rachel. You'll be lighting my candles tomorrow. These are words that move mortals and gods alike, making all equal and capable of keeping my circle whole against even Newt.'
Swell.
'Salax,' he said as he lit the first candle from the pencil-thick red taper that had appeared in his gloved hand. 'Aemulatio,' he said as he lit the second. 'Adfictatio, cupidus, and my favorite, inscitia,' he said as he lit the last one. Smiling, the still-glowing taper vanished. I felt him tap a line, and with a translucent swirl of red and black, his circle rose to arch closed over our heads. My skin prickled from its strength, and I clasped my arms about myself.
These are a few of my favorite things, I heard patter through my mind, and I stifled a hysterical giggle. I was going to be a demon's familiar. There was no way out of it now.
Al's head jerked up at the ugly choking sound, and Ceri's face went still. 'Algaliarept,' she pleaded. 'You're pushing her too hard. Her will is too strong to bend easily.'
'I'll break my familiars the way I see fit,' he said calmly. 'A little grounding, and she'll be as right as rain in the desert.' One hand on his hip and the other cupping his chin, he eyed me speculatively. 'Time for your bath, love.'
Algaliarept snapped his fingers with a showman's flair. His hand opened, and a cedar-slatted bucket appeared hanging from it. My eyes widened as he threw its contents at me.
Cold water smacked into me. My breath whooshed out in an affronted yelp. It was saltwater, stinging my eyes and dribbling into my mouth. Reality washed through me, clearing my head. He was making sure I didn't have any potions in me to contaminate the coming spell. 'I don't use potions, you big green turd!' I shouted, shaking my arms in my sodden sleeves.
'See?' Al was clearly pleased. 'All better.'
The slight ache of my ribs intruded as my pain charm broke. Most of the water was soaking my spell book library. If I survived this, I'd have to air them all out. What a jerk.
'Ooooh, your eye is doing nicely,' he said as he reached forward to touch it. 'Eating your roommate's Brimstone, are we? Wait until you try the real stuff. It will knock your socks off.'
I jerked back when his gloved hand brushed my skin with the scent of lavender, but Al's hand dropped lower to grasp my hair. Shrieking, I swung my foot up. He caught it, moving faster than I could follow. Ceri watched in pity as I fought, helpless. Holding my foot high, he forced me against the counter. His glasses had been knocked aside, and he smiled at me with a domineering delight. 'The hard way,' he whispered. 'Marvelous.'
'No!' I exclaimed as a pair of sheers suddenly glinted in his hand.
'Hold still,' he said, dropping my foot and pinning me against the counter.
I wiggled and spit at him, but he had me against the counter and I could do nothing. I panicked as I heard metal sheering. He let go by turning misty, and I fell to the floor.
Hand clutching my hair, I scrambled to my feet. 'Stop it! Just stop it!' I shouted, alternating my attention between his glee and the chunk he had cut from my hair. Damn it, it was at least four inches long. 'Do you know how long it takes to grow my hair out!'
Al gave Ceri a sidelong glance as the scissors disappeared and he dropped my hair into the potion. 'She's worried about her hair?'
My gaze shot to the red strands floating on top of Al's brew, and as I stood there in my soggy sweater, I went cold. That vat of potion wasn't for Al to give me more of his aura. It was for me giving him mine. 'Oh, hell no!' I exclaimed, backing up. 'I'm not giving you my aura!'
Al plucked a ceramic spoon from the rack hanging over the center island counter and pushed the strands of hair down. He had a refined elegance in his velvet and lace, every inch of him as trim and debonair as inhumanly possible. 'Is that a refusal, Rachel?' he murmured. 'Please tell me it was?'
'No,' I whispered. There was nothing I could do. Nothing.
His smile went wider. 'Now your blood to quicken it, love.'
Pulse pounding, I looked from the needle between his finger and thumb to the vat. If I ran, I was his. If I did this, he could use me through the lines. Damn, damn, and double damn.
Numbing my thoughts, I took the tarnished silver needle. My mouth went dry as its heavy weight filled my grip. It was as long as my palm and elaborately tooled. The tip was copper so the silver wouldn't interfere with the charm. Peering closer, I felt my stomach turn. There was a naked twisted body writhing around the barrel. 'God save me,' I whispered.
'He's not listening. He's too busy.'
I stiffened. Al had come up behind me and was whispering in my ear.
'Finish the potion, Rachel.' His breath was hot on my cheek, and I couldn't move as he pulled my hair back. A shudder rippled through me as he tilted his head and bent closer. 'Finish it…' he breathed, his lips brushing my skin. I could smell starch and lavender.
Teeth gritted, I gripped the needle and stabbed it into me. My held breath came out, and I held it again. I thought I heard Ceri crying.
'Three drops,' Al whispered, nuzzling my neck.
My head hurt. Blood pounding, I held my finger over the vat and massaged three drops into it. The scent of redwood rose, briefly overpowering the cloying stench of burnt amber.
'Mmmm, richer.' His hand wrapped around mine, taking the needle back. It vanished in a smear of ever- after, and his grip shifted to my bleeding finger. 'Give me a taste?'
I jerked back as far from him as I could, my arm stretched out between us. 'No.'
'Leave her alone!' Ceri pleaded.
Slowly Al's grip loosened. He watched me, a new tension rising in him.
I wrestled my hand away and put another step between us. I clutched my arms about me, cold despite the heater blowing on my bare feet.
'Get on the mirror,' he said, his face expressionless behind his smoked glasses.
My gaze shot to it waiting for me on the floor. 'I—I can't,' I whispered.
His thin lips pressed together, and I gritted my teeth to keep silent when he picked me up and set me on it. I inhaled, eyes widening when I felt like I slipped two inches into the mirror. 'Oh God, oh God,' I moaned, wanting to reach for the counter, but Al was in the way, grinning.
'Push your aura off,' he said.
'I can't,' I panted, feeling myself hyperventilate.
Al pulled his glasses down his thin nose and looked at me over them. 'Doesn't matter. It's dissolving like sugar in the rain.'
'No,' I whispered. My knees started shaking and the pounding in my head worsened. I could feel my aura slipping away and Al's taking a stronger hold on me.
'Capital and fine,' Al said, his goat eyes on the mirror.
My gaze followed his, and I clutched at my stomach. I could see myself in it. My face was covered in Al's aura, black and empty. Only my eyes showed, a faint glow flickering about them. It was my soul, trying to make enough aura to put between Al's aura and me. It wasn't enough as the mirror sucked it all up and I could feel Al's presence sink into me.
I found I was panting. I imagined what it must have been like for Ceri, her soul utterly gone and Al's aura seeping into her like this all the time, alien and wrong.
I shook. Hands clasped over my mouth, I looked frantically for something to throw up in. Gagging, I lurched off the mirror. I would not spew. I wouldn't.
'Marvelous,' Al said as I hunched over, my teeth clenched and my bile rising. 'You got all of it. Here. I'll just slip it into the vat for you.'
His voice was cheery and bright, and as I peered at him from around my hair, Al dropped the mirror into the potion. The brew flashed to clear. Just like I knew it would.
Ceri was sitting on the floor, crying with her head on her knees. She pulled her head up, and I thought she looked all the more beautiful for her tears. I only looked ugly when I cried.
I jumped when a thick yellowed tome hit the counter beside me. The light through the window was starting to brighten, but the clock said it was only five. Almost three hours before the sun would rise to end this nightmare,
