A Perfect Blood

grasped my shoulder, ready to yank me away. “It’s down to pride, Rachel,” the demon said, so close that I could see myself reflected in his goat-slitted eyes. “Even if I could get the rest of them to accept that you are sun and shadow both, there’s the undeniable fact that you broke the balance of the ever-after. I’m paying Ku’Sox through the ass to keep it quiet. I need a source of income, and you’re it.”
    Pride. That I could fix. “What if I sign the income from my tulpa over to you? You can pay him from that until I fix the line,” I said breathlessly.
    Al jumped as if startled, and even Trent made a questioning noise. “Tulpa?” Trent breathed, his words tickling my ear.
    “I’ll tell you later,” I said, distracted as Al frowned, a calculating squint to his eyes. “That might buy a few groceries until I can work out something with Trent in lifting that elven curse,” I offered, and sure enough, he twirled his walking cane in wide circles as he thought about it. If I could satisfy him, give him something he wanted, he’d let me do what I wanted for a little longer.
    “And you think you’re not one of us,” Al said, his tone flat but with a trace of pride.
    “Oh, but I do,” I said, my jaw clenching against the pain in my leg. I had taken off the bracelet. I had gotten Al to listen. I had Trent as an ally. Three impossible things before midnight. I began to shake, the limits of my flagging endurance reached.
    For a long moment, Al eyed us. “Sun and shadow,” he grumbled, and Trent jumped when the demon snapped his fingers dramatically and a piece of paper floated down, flashing into existence from a space three feet over Al’s head. The demon reached for it as it fluttered, his gaze never leaving mine, a hint of a smile about his lips. “Sign it,” he said, extending it.
    I reached out, but Trent was faster, snatching it before I could. “She’s not signing anything until my people look at it.”
    I was going to fall down if we didn’t finish this soon. My feet were soggy, hidden by the dry grass, and I reached for the pen stuck in Trent’s pocket, making him blink in surprise. “Why?” I said, taking the paper from him as Al smiled. “If it’s not what I agreed to, I will burn Al’s gonads off the first chance I get. Turn around. I need to use your back for a second.”
    “Ah, hold on a tick,” Al said, snapping his fingers again and catching the new paper drifting down. “How silly of me. This is the one. Here.”
    I crumpled the first and dropped it. Al burst it into a quick flame that vanished before it could reach the dry grass, ashes melting into the gritty wind. “Mmm-hmm,” I said, satisfied, as I slapped the paper on Trent’s back and signed my name. Al would need it to get at my funds, and apparently there was a lot there if he wanted physical proof of our agreement.
    The demon was smiling as Trent stood and I handed the signed paper across him. Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles. “Thank you, Rachel,” he said, carefully reaching for my hand as Trent stiffened. “Welcome back, my itchy witch.”
    I couldn’t help my smile, feeling a wash of energy flowing from him to me as he kissed the top of my hand in an overdone show of flair. Trent was glowering, clearly unhappy, as he stood within yanking distance while Al flirted. I was ready to cry in relief. I was back, alive, with the line in me and on good terms with my teacher. Somehow we had done it.
    “Bye, Al,” I said as he eyed me from over his glasses.
    “If I ever see you in sweats again, I swear by Bartholomew’s balls I will flay you.” Al dropped my hand. His smile faded as he looked at Trent, and then he was gone, the grass he had displaced whispering back into place.
    I took a deep breath, exhaling the gritty wind and feeling my feet go cold. I’d done it. No, we’d done it.
    “Signing an unread contract with a demon wasn’t very smart,” Trent said, and I dropped my second sight. The hum of the line fell to nothing in me as I dropped it, too, but I could feel it just within my reach, easing my headache away with the heartbeat of creation.
    Reality superimposed itself over the red-sheened ever-after. My hair settled, and I looked at the ruin of Trent’s office. Smiling, I walked over to the desk to see how much of that coffee was left. “Oh, I beg to differ,” I said smugly, dropping