“Raine!”

“I’m here,” I snarled. My breathing was shallow and rapid. What I was about to do through Tam-with Tam-scared me more than the demon did. I didn’t like being scared; it pissed me off. Tam was asking me to unleash some demon whoop-ass, and I had no idea how.

Piaras was weakening; the intensity of his notes wavered. The demon howled in gleeful anticipation.

“Tell me. Now!”

Tam did, and I understood. I didn’t have the skill or experience to do it, but Tam did. He told me what to do, and if I used his power, I could.

In theory. I hated theories.

“Find a mirror, thick glass, something you can force him inside of,” Tam ordered.

Mirrors were too dangerous to keep out in the open, but several of the shops had glass in their windows, diamond panes. I didn’t need Tam to tell me that wouldn’t work. Then I saw them. Some of the kids had gotten an early start on their drinking. They’d run, but they’d left two bottles of wine behind. Two empty bottles-with corks. Let’s hear it for partying college students.

“Would a bottle work?” I quickly asked Tam.

Silence and some fast thinking. “Yes. Is there a stopper of some kind?”

“ Cork.”

“Get it.”

I snatched a bottle and cork off the table. The demon saw and laughed, a deep rumbling that vibrated through my chest all the way down to my toes.

“You are no demon master.” He smiled, slow and horrible, and held out a clawed hand. “Come to me, elfling, and I will let the young ones live.”

“Shove him in!” Tam growled.