Algaliarept wasn't typically into the business of traveling long distances - Cincinnati and the Hollows bred more than enough people willing to deal with him - but, he felt, desperate times called for desperate measures. 'Times', in this case, referred specifically to the growing lack of those willing to do deals with demons. They were getting
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"Don't ever use her again," I ground out, pulling up my head and meeting his eyes. His eyes, not Ivy's. No brown, no black, only red. This was not Ivy. Even though it looked like her, smelled like her, it was not. "You got it all wrong. Losing your touch."
My skin was damp with a cold sweat and I was literally aching for...something. Anything. For pain, pleasure, whatever came in between. It was a struggle not to beg Al to run his teeth along my scar, to sink them deep into my neck. I watched his hands run over Ivy's body with a hungry kind of desperation.
If he had really been Ivy, I wouldn't have been able to resist.
That thought, that terrifying truth, spurred me into action. Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up. In a voice way more confident than I felt, I spat, "I summon you, Algaliarept. I summon you, and I bind you, you filthy demon bastard. Now turn back into something else."
Oh, I was so screwed.
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He'd been so involved in relishing her fear, that the demon hadn't expected her to pick herself up and bind him. Fury flew across his expression, the image of Ivy temporarily blurring as he lost his control. It took a moment for him to collect himself, and when he did, he smiled coolly.
"As you wish, Rachel Mariana Morgan," he purred, silently seething. The was simply not dignified at all. But he complied; though he didn't shift back into his newly adopted form. Instead, he went with another favorite, the one he'd used often on Piscary - a visage of the ancient Egyptian God of Funerary Rites, Anubis, tall, human-bodied and jackal-headed.
Serenely, he smiled again. "Now, shall we continue our conversation? I believe we were discussing the deal you've made with another demon - I'm so eager to hear about it."
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Fun times.
Well, I'd gotten out of that, and I'd find some way of getting out of this one, too. "Jealous, Al? That's not a good look for you."
I needed to get rid of him. Trouble was, if I broke the bonding, saying our business was done, he could just come after me. And, as I suddenly realized with a sick feeling, a circle wouldn't hold him back. I was his freaking familiar. His aura was on me, mine on him. My aura would break the circle. Therefore, Al couldn't be held, not by me.
Oh, that was just great.
Trying to hide the sudden shot of uncertain fear, I raised my chin and glowered at him. "Why are you here?" A question that would probably require some form of payment to answer, but I just needed to keep Al talking for a little while, while I thought of a better plan.
If I thought of a better plan.
God, I'd better think of a better plan. This one sucked.
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