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I almost winced at the sound of my name. I probably shouldn’t have told her my real name when I first met her, but sometimes, even I made mistakes.
Hell, scratch that.
I made mistakes all the damn freaking time.
“I know it isn’t,” I said, dejected. But what else could I do? I needed a solution. “You don’t know any genies, do you?” I joked.
Genies were tricksters and I wouldn’t deal with one even if my life depended on it … And we were getting to that point.
“Well, I don’t know a genie, but I know a higher demon who grants wishes.”
I stilled. “What?”
“Didn’t you see a man walking out of here just before you arrived?” She placed a big wooden spoon on the cauldron and mixed the liquid.
“Yes.”
“He’s a powerful demon who deals with wishes.”
I almost turned around and ran out, but he was long gone. Besides, he was a demon. He was probably worse than a genie.
“What’s the catch?” I asked, not able to let this go so easily.
“He always asks for something in return.”
“Like what?”
“It varies from person to person. Or from supernatural to supernatural. It’s rare for humans to know about him. Anyway, I heard he sometimes asks for a specific job to be accomplished, some help with something, special items, or … even for the supernatural’s soul.”
Of course. Why would a demon do anything out of the goodness of his heart?
“That’s too big of a price.”
She brought the spoon up and sniffed the liquid. “Still, if you change your mind, you can find him at one of the VIP booths at the Nine Club in Houston. He’s always there.”
I shook my head once. That was absurd. I wouldn’t deal with a demon, much less sell my soul to him.
“Just … get my potion ready, please.” I pointed to the money then to the cauldron. “I need to go make more of that, so you can make more of that for me.”
She tsked. “I have never met such a rude angel before.”
Oh, boy, she had no idea.
3
The entire weekend, I went back and forth on my decision.
Could I continue fighting? Could I fight more times a week to make more money? And what if I made all the money I needed and Sylvie didn’t have any more Mage Bloom to make my potion? There were certain things that couldn’t be conjured with magic.
Unless it was a wish.
Despite trying hard not to, I couldn’t stop thinking about the demon Sylvie had told me about, the one I had bumped into outside her house, the annoyingly charming one, who obviously thought highly of himself.
If I could grant wishes, maybe I would think highly of myself too.
I hid inside my apartment for most of the weekend. I only left to run and train, to keep my body primed. I would need it, if I were to fight more often.
Damn, I missed my magic.
