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would have the teeth and eyes she described. And if that was what she’d run into, she had bigger problems than a few spilled flowers. “I need you to think carefully and tell us everything he said to you. Every word.”
    Brittany nodded, her brow wrinkling in concentration. “He told me I was pretty and offered me flowers. Introduced himself and, um, said he could get me whatever I needed for the wedding. I remember that very clearly.”
    Rodriguez leaned toward her so suddenly he nearly fell off his chair. “He introduced himself? You mean he gave you his name?”
    Demon names had power. Power over them, in the hands of an exorcist. But that same power could also be flipped and used against humans in the hands of a strong-enough demon. They were never careless about giving out their names. If he had given it to Brittany…
    “Mm-hm. He said his name was mrrgle—” Brittany choked and broke off in a fit of coughing.
    A sour taste rose in the back of Rodriguez’s throat. He had a really bad feeling about this.
    “Excuse me,” Brittany said, recovering. “He was called mrrgack—” This time she doubled over with the coughs racking her body.
    “Shit.” Rodriguez hadn’t even realized he sworn aloud until Brittany looked up at him, still hacking away, with a reprimand in her watering eyes.
    Karma rose quickly, coming around her desk to Brittany’s side. “What’s happening?”
    “He gave her his name,” Rodriguez replied, dragging his hand across his face. Damn it . The intensity of the dread that spiked through him was startling.
    Brittany had stopped coughing, and held one hand at her throat. Her big Bambi eyes were filled with confusion. He wanted to reassure her, but he wasn’t going to lie. This was bad news.
    “He gave her his name,” he repeated, still speaking to Karma, though his eyes were locked on Brittany’s. “But he didn’t give her permission to use it. She can’t give it to you or me. And if she’s the only human holding it, then he will always know where she is. A demon will always follow his name.”
    Brittany’s face drained of color when he mentioned the demon’s ability to track her, her pale skin growing nearly translucent. “I don’t want his name. How do I give it back?”
    “You can’t. He has to give it away to someone else. Or someone like me has to take it from him.”
    “So do that,” she told him, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to chase away the goose bumps there. “Take it from him.”
    He shook his head. He hated to disappoint the look of hero-worshipping faith in her eyes, but there was no helping it. “I can’t. Not without performing a banishment.”
    Her brow wrinkled. “Is that different than an exorcism?”
    “Yeah. Fireworks galore,” he said with a wry twist of his lips. “When a demon’s spirit is summoned into an object or person, we exorcise the demonic presence from the object and it goes back to the demonic plane. Easy. But when a corporeal demon is summoned, his demonic form will be drawn across to our world. The only way to send him back is to banish his corporeal form. Which is a real pain in the ass, since we have to capture his form to do it and corporeal demons aren’t the easiest creatures to catch.”
    “But you’ve done this before,” Brittany insisted, her eyes begging him to agree.
    “Sure, I have,” he quickly reassured her. “Twice.”
    A little of the blind faith drained out of her eyes. “Only twice?”
    “Corporeal demons aren’t that common. Summoning one isn’t as easy as it sounds. It takes a lot of power. Not like housewives calling spirits into their blenders or vacuums—or children—for fun.”
    “Can you banish him quickly? I’d like to get this over with.” Some of the color had come back to her face and she tipped her head to the side. “Not that being stalked by a demon isn’t flattering in its own way, but as new experiences go, I’d just as soon end this one quickly. There was something