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stupid cat smile. The orange feline wouldn’t let me touch her, but she’d purr while an insane demon petted her. Figures.
    With her black staff tucked in the crook of her elbow and draped in her elegantly cut robes, Newt looked almost biblical. Her femininity was obvious once her gender was settled, her black, unblinking eyes placidly taking in Ceri’s circle in the middle of the all-but-barren sanctuary.
    I crossed my arms over myself to hide my near nakedness. Not that there was that much to hide. My heart pounded and my breath came fast. The demon mark on the underside of my foot—proof that I owed Newt a favor for returning me back from the ever-after into reality last solstice—throbbed as if aware that its maker was in the room.
    From beyond the tall stained-glass windows and the open front door came the soft whoosh of a passing car and the twitters of early birds. I prayed the pixies would stay in the garden. The knife was red and sticky in my hand from Ceri’s blood, and I felt ill.
    â€œIt’s too late to flee,” she said, taking the knife back. “Call Minias.”
    Newt stiffened. Rex jumped from her arms to land upon my desk. Panicked, the cat leapt to the floor, scattering papers as she streaked into the hall. Red robe furling, Newt strode to Ceri’s circle, slamming her spinning staff into it. “Minias doesn’t belong here!” she shouted. “Give it to me! It’s mine. I want it back!”
    Adrenaline made my head hurt. I watched the circle quiver, then hold.
    â€œWe have only moments after she becomes serious,” Ceri whispered, white-faced but looking more collected. “Can you distract her?”
    I nodded, and Ceri began to prepare her spell. Tension pulled my shoulders tight, and I prayed my conversation skills were better than my magic. “What do you want? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you,” I said, voice quaking.
    Newt began to pace the circle, looking like a caged tiger as her deep red robe hissed against the floor. “I don’t remember.” Confusion made her face hard. “Don’t call him,” the demon warned, black eyes shining. “Every time I do, he makes me forget. I want it back, and you have it.”
    Oh, this just gets better and better. Newt’s gaze went to Ceri, and I blocked her view.
    I had a half-second warning before the demon again jabbed her staff at the circle. “Corrumpro!” she shouted as it connected. At my feet, Ceri trembled when the outermost circle flashed into utter blackness as Newt owned it. With a little smile, Newt touched the circle, and it vanished to leave two thin, shining bands of unreality between us and death, dressed in a dark red robe and wielding a black staff.
    â€œYour skills are much improved, Cerdiwen Merriam Dulciate,” Newt said. “Al is an exceptional teacher. Perhaps enough that you might be worth my kitchen.”
    Ceri didn’t look up. The curtain of her pale hair hid what she was doing, and its tips were stained red from her blood. My breath was fast, and I continued to turn to keep Newt in sight until my back was again facing the open door to the church.
    â€œI remember you,” Newt said, tapping the butt of her staff along the circle where it met the floor. Each jab sent a deeper wash of black crawling over the barrier. “I put your soul back together when you traveled the lines. You owe me a favor.” I stifled a shiver when the demon’s gaze went past my bare, pasty legs to Ceri. “Give me Ceri, and I’ll call it null.”
    I stiffened. Kneeling behind me, Ceri found her strength. “I have my soul,” she stated, voice quivering. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
    Newt seemed to shrug, fingers playing with her necklace. “Ceri’s signature is all over the imbalance on your soul,” the demon said to me as she moved to Ivy’s piano and turned her back on me. “She