banana. Served the dead slug.'
Minias put his glasses back on. 'I've been reassigned,' he said tightly.
Suddenly I was afraid. Really afraid. 'You aren't watching Newt?' I whispered, and Minias looked surprised by my fear.
'Who is Newt?' my mother asked, dabbing a napkin at her lips and sliding the last half of the cheesecake to me.
'She's just the most powerful demon they got over there,' Jenks boasted as if he had something to do with it. 'Minias was her babysitter. She's more dangerous than a militant fairy on Brimstone, and she's the one who cursed the church last year before I bought it. Didn't twitch a wing. She's got a major burr up her ass about Rachel.'
Minias bit back a snort, and I wished Jenks would shut up. My mother hadn't known about the 'blasphemy incident.'
'There are no female demons,' my mother said, fumbling in her purse to bring out a compact and her lipstick. 'Your father was very clear on that.'
'Apparently he was mistaken.' I picked up a fork but immediately set it down. I'd lost my desire for cheesecake about five surprises ago. Gut clenching, I turned to Minias. 'So who's watching Newt?'
The demon's face lost all its amusement. 'Some young punk,' he said sullenly, surprising me with the modern phrase.
Jenks, though, was delighted. 'You lost Newt one too many times, and they replaced you with a younger demon. Oh, that's beautiful!'
Minias's hand quivered, his fingers abruptly loosening on his mug when a soft crack rang out from the porcelain.
'Stop it, Jenks,' I said, wondering how much of Minias losing his job was due to Newt slipping away on his watch, and how much was from the demon's inability to make impartial decisions regarding her security. I'd seen them together, and Minias clearly cared for her. Too much to lock her up when she needed it, probably.
'How do they expect me to seduce her and maintain her adherence to the law simultaneously?' he snarled. 'It can't be done. Damned fool bureaucrats don't know the first thing about love and dominance.'
Seduce her? I arched my eyebrows, but an icy sensation rippled through me at the glimpse of his anger and frustration. Silence, thick and uncomfortable, took over, making the surrounding conversation seem louder. Seeing us staring, Minias forced his tension from him. His sigh was so soft, I wasn't sure I hadn't imagined it.
'Al can't be allowed to flaunt the rules,' he said, as if he hadn't just shown us the pain in his soul. 'If I can contain him, I can return to supervising Newt.'
'Rachel!' my mother exclaimed, and I turned to see a familiar mask of lighthearted ignorance on her. 'He's a runner, just like you! You should go out to a movie or something.'
'Mom, he's a—' I hesitated. 'He's not a runner,' I said, stopping just short of saying he was a demon. 'And he certainly isn't date material.' Guilt hit me. I'd pushed her, and she was slipping into old patterns. Cursing myself, I pulled my attention to Minias, just wanting to wrap this up and get out of here. 'Sorry,' I said to apologize for my mother.
Minias's face was still empty. 'I don't do witches.'
I had a hard time not finding offense in that, but Jenks saved me from making a total ass out of myself by buzzing his wings to gain everyone's attention.
'So let me get this straight,' he said, hovering a breath above the sticky table with one hand on his hip, the other pointing that plastic-coated paper clip at Minias. 'You lost your cushy babysitting job and are now trying to gain control of a demon who has limited power and resources. And you can't do it?'
'It's not a matter of gaining control over him,' Minias protested indignantly. 'We can catch him. We simply can't contain him after sunset. As I told you, someone is summoning him out of confinement.'
'And you can't stop them?' I questioned, thinking of the charmed zip-strips that the I.S. used to keep ley line practitioners from jumping out of custody via a ley line.
Minias shook his head and his glasses caught the light. 'No. We catch him, confine him, and when the sun goes down, he pops out, rested and fed. He's laughing at us. Me.'
I disguised my shiver by taking a sip of my coffee. 'Any idea who's doing it?' My thoughts went to Nick, and the coffee turned to acid in my stomach.
'Not anymore.' His boots scraped against the gritty floor. 'Soon as I find out, they die.'
Nice. Fumbling for my mom's hand under the table, I gave it a squeeze.
'Do you have any idea as to who might be helping him?' Minias asked next, and I forced myself to keep breathing.
Nick, I thought, but I wouldn't say it aloud. Not even if he was sending Al to hurt me—because if it was Nick, I'd take care of him myself. I could feel Jenks's eyes on me, wanting me to say it, but I wouldn't. 'Why don't you just get rid of his summoning name?' I said, looking for other options. 'You do that, and he can't be summoned out.'
The skin visible past Minias's sunglasses tightened. He knew I wasn't saying something. 'You can't throw away a password. Once you have one, it's yours.' He hesitated, and I felt the gathering of trouble. 'You can exchange it with someone else's, though.'
The ribbon of tension around my chest squeezed, and all my warning flags went up.
'If someone exchanged names with him,' Minias drawled into the conversation-rich air, 'we could contain him. Unfortunately, because of his job, he's been very lax with his summoning name. There are an astounding number of people on this side of the lines who know it, and no demon will willingly take it.' Minias stared at me. 'They have no reason to.'
My fingers tightened on my waxed paper cup, sure now I knew why Minias was sitting at a table sipping coffee with me. I had a password. I had a reason to trade. I had a major problem.
'So what does that have to do with my daughter?' my mother said, her voice thick with warning. Fear caused her to drop the scattered-thoughts image she used as a buffer to hide the damage my dad's death had wrought.
Minias adjusted his glasses to give himself time to weigh the emotions at our table. 'I want your daughter to exchange passwords with Al.'
'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
