South Attic, Wednesday morning after Sociology

[demonbelthazor]

Cole didn't linger after Sociology; he headed immediately for the attic, pacing as he waited for Phoebe. The demonic kittens were curled on the couch, watching him through half-closed eyes. The contract Phoebe had signed with Crowley lay on the coffee table in front of the couch. He'd destroy it in front of her and let her be done with this nonsense about marrying Crowley.

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[demonbelthazor]

"Bargain with me?" he repeated. "About what? Angelus?" He squeezed his hand around the contract.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe nodded, trying not to look at the paperwork in his hand --- also trying not to meet his eyes.

Hello, Mata Hari.

"Using my contract to get what information you have planned about how you're going to bring Angelus back."

[demonbelthazor]

"Well, I have it now, and you know what I'm going to do with it?" Cole said. "This." He conjured a ball of fire in the hand holding the contract. The paper caught fire and burned quickly, ashes falling to the carpet.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe didn't even have a chance to stop him. The look she gave Cole was full of fear.

"Do you... do you know what you've done?!"

[demonbelthazor]

Over to the margin...