Application: Algaliarept (Kim Harrisons' "Rachel Morgan" series)

[phobophilia]

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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[racheltherunner]

Deep breaths in filled my lungs as the pressure on my scar faded. Oh, thank the Turn. After a second, I pushed myself shakily back to my feet, running my hand through my hair and finding my composure. "No." Damn it, I'd bound him. He got to play by my rules now. I looked up at him and my eyes narrowed. I remembered that form all too well - it reminded me of being helpless in Piscary's office, dying.

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.