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“Vanished near the beginning of the twenty-first century,” it said, and then there was a smoky-smelling sign that said the article had been flagged for having virus spells attached to it. I shut off my phone before one could sneak through.
Fulfill the contract, I thought. I turned off the light and smooshed my sweatshirt pillow into a better position. So Estahoth/Devon was going to be busy working on Sarmine’s contractual list of world-taking-over duties. If Witchipedia was right, there was no way to send a demon back to the Earth’s core until its contract was up. But what about getting a demon out of a particular human? Did such a demon-getting-out spell even exist?
Well, even if it did, the witch wasn’t going to work it for me. I dismissed that option from my mind. It seemed like my best bet to save Devon’s soul was to help him complete the contract so the demon would leave.
Which apparently included destroying five people and maybe making the school burn down.
Un dilemme , indeed.
6
Sparkle This
Devon was not on the bus the next morning. I walked up and down the aisle, checking, even though Oliver the bus driver looked at me funny and made a crack about walking to school.
He was also not in Algebra II, which made me more nervous. Was the demon that in control of him that he couldn’t make it to school? I didn’t even know where he lived. What if the demon had already eaten his soul?
At lunch, Jenah stopped me at the cafeteria door. “There’s catering where we’re going,” she said.
“Where are we going?” I said.
Jenah made shifty eyes. “You remember how you said you owed me big-time for tracking down Kelvin yesterday?”
“And I stand by that,” I said. “Wait, you aren’t going to ask me to clean your half of the locker again, are you? It’s like a fake-hair factory exploded down there, and it’s only October.”
“It’s nothing bad,” Jenah said quickly.
“Good,” I said, as we set off down the hall. “And this nothing bad thing is…?”
“Very last Halloween Dance Committee meeting,” Jenah said in a fast mumble. Like very last made it better.
I stopped. “Jenah, you know I hate Halloween.”
She grabbed my hand. “Yes, but you promised. Come on.”
“I don’t know why you need me,” I said. Jenah understood dances. Parties. Committees. Today she was all in black and yellow, stripes and fishnets. Her clipped-in streak was highlighter yellow, and her eyes were winged in perfect cat’s-eye liner. I was in my second-best jeans—the ones that didn’t understand my butt and showed too much sock—and a vintage tee with a glittery rainbow.
It was obvious who should be on the HDC.
“The aura in that room is just awful,” said Jenah. “I need you to balance it out with me. You know what they can be like.”
They ? “Jenah,” I said, “is Sparkle on the committee?”
Jenah grimaced. “Trying to run things, as usual.” The only person I’ve ever seen cow Jenah is Sparkle. Sparkle can make you feel more ridiculous than an elephant trying to squeeze into a tutu.
“I’ll run backup.” I sighed. “The way I feel today, Sparkle just better not say anything.”
“How do you feel?” said Jenah. “You look green and jittery around the edges. Rosemarie said she saw you on the bus with the new boy yesterday afternoon. He seems a little … off in his own world, doesn’t he? Always with those earbuds?”
“There’s a reason for that,” I said defensively. I couldn’t tell Jenah the demon story, so I doled out other gossip. “Did you know he’s in a band?”
“Ooh!”
“He’s supposed to sing lead on the songs he writes, but he’s still working on his stage fright. He’s really very sweet. And kind.” And he has a lovely velvety voice …
“We could help him with his stage fright,” said Jenah. “I just knew our lines were bound to be entangled in some way. I could see it from the moment I saw him.”
“You and me both,” I
Fulfill the contract, I thought. I turned off the light and smooshed my sweatshirt pillow into a better position. So Estahoth/Devon was going to be busy working on Sarmine’s contractual list of world-taking-over duties. If Witchipedia was right, there was no way to send a demon back to the Earth’s core until its contract was up. But what about getting a demon out of a particular human? Did such a demon-getting-out spell even exist?
Well, even if it did, the witch wasn’t going to work it for me. I dismissed that option from my mind. It seemed like my best bet to save Devon’s soul was to help him complete the contract so the demon would leave.
Which apparently included destroying five people and maybe making the school burn down.
Un dilemme , indeed.
6
Sparkle This
Devon was not on the bus the next morning. I walked up and down the aisle, checking, even though Oliver the bus driver looked at me funny and made a crack about walking to school.
He was also not in Algebra II, which made me more nervous. Was the demon that in control of him that he couldn’t make it to school? I didn’t even know where he lived. What if the demon had already eaten his soul?
At lunch, Jenah stopped me at the cafeteria door. “There’s catering where we’re going,” she said.
“Where are we going?” I said.
Jenah made shifty eyes. “You remember how you said you owed me big-time for tracking down Kelvin yesterday?”
“And I stand by that,” I said. “Wait, you aren’t going to ask me to clean your half of the locker again, are you? It’s like a fake-hair factory exploded down there, and it’s only October.”
“It’s nothing bad,” Jenah said quickly.
“Good,” I said, as we set off down the hall. “And this nothing bad thing is…?”
“Very last Halloween Dance Committee meeting,” Jenah said in a fast mumble. Like very last made it better.
I stopped. “Jenah, you know I hate Halloween.”
She grabbed my hand. “Yes, but you promised. Come on.”
“I don’t know why you need me,” I said. Jenah understood dances. Parties. Committees. Today she was all in black and yellow, stripes and fishnets. Her clipped-in streak was highlighter yellow, and her eyes were winged in perfect cat’s-eye liner. I was in my second-best jeans—the ones that didn’t understand my butt and showed too much sock—and a vintage tee with a glittery rainbow.
It was obvious who should be on the HDC.
“The aura in that room is just awful,” said Jenah. “I need you to balance it out with me. You know what they can be like.”
They ? “Jenah,” I said, “is Sparkle on the committee?”
Jenah grimaced. “Trying to run things, as usual.” The only person I’ve ever seen cow Jenah is Sparkle. Sparkle can make you feel more ridiculous than an elephant trying to squeeze into a tutu.
“I’ll run backup.” I sighed. “The way I feel today, Sparkle just better not say anything.”
“How do you feel?” said Jenah. “You look green and jittery around the edges. Rosemarie said she saw you on the bus with the new boy yesterday afternoon. He seems a little … off in his own world, doesn’t he? Always with those earbuds?”
“There’s a reason for that,” I said defensively. I couldn’t tell Jenah the demon story, so I doled out other gossip. “Did you know he’s in a band?”
“Ooh!”
“He’s supposed to sing lead on the songs he writes, but he’s still working on his stage fright. He’s really very sweet. And kind.” And he has a lovely velvety voice …
“We could help him with his stage fright,” said Jenah. “I just knew our lines were bound to be entangled in some way. I could see it from the moment I saw him.”
“You and me both,” I
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