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became one willingly shouldered?
    â€œI don’t want to remember,” Newt said. “The things I’ve done—”
    A demon with a conscience? Why not? They did have souls.
    â€œDon’t,” Minias said, interrupting her. He held her more gently. “Promise you’ll tell me the next time you remember something instead of going looking for answers?”
    Newt nodded, then stiffened in his arms. “That’s where I was,” she whispered, and my gut clenched at the sound of realization in her voice. Minias froze, and beside me Ceri paled.
    â€œIt was in your journals!” Newt exclaimed, pushing him away. Minias fell back, wary, but the demon was beyond noticing. “You’ve been writing it down. You’ve written down everything I remember! How much do you have in your books, Minias? How much do you know that I wanted to forget!”
    â€œNewt…” he warned, his fingers fumbling in his pocket.
    â€œI found them!” Newt shouted. “You know why I’m here! Tell me why am I over here!”
    I jumped when Ceri gripped my arm. Shouting in rage, Newt swung her staff at him. Minias’s fingers danced in the air as if babbling in sign language, forming a ley line spell. I felt a huge drop as someone pulled on the line out back, and with a surprising shout, Minias ended his spell by popping the lid to a vial he’d taken from Newt and flinging it at her.
    Newt cried out in dismay as the sparkles hung in the air, her anger, frustration, and pain shocking in their depth. And then the potion hit her, and her face went blank.
    Sliding to a stop, she blinked, glancing over the empty sanctuary with no recognition in her gaze as it landed on Ceri and me. She saw Minias, then threw her staff to the floor as if it were a snake. It hit with a clatter and bounced. Outside, past the stained-glass windows, the robins were singing in the predawn haze, but in here it was as if the air were dead.
    â€œMinias?” she said, her tone confused and dismayed.
    â€œIt’s done,” he said gently. He came forward, scooping up her staff and handing it to her.
    â€œDid I hurt you?” Her voice was worried, and when Minias shook his head, relief spilled over her, quickly turning to depression.
    I felt sick.
    â€œTake me home,” the demon said, glancing at me. “My head hurts.”
    â€œWait for me.” Minias’s gaze flicked to mine, then returned to her. “We’ll go together.”
    Ceri held her breath as the demon approached us, his face down and wide shoulders hunched. I thought briefly about reinstating the circle but didn’t. Minias stopped before me, too close for comfort. His tired eyes took in my nightclothes, Ceri’s blood staining my hands, and the three circles that had nearly failed to stop Newt. His gaze rose to encompass the interior of the sanctuary, with my desk, Ivy’s piano, and the stark emptiness between them. “You were the one who stole Ceri from her demon?” he asked, surprising me.
    I wanted to explain that it had been a rescue, not stealing her, but I just nodded.
    His head moved up and down once, mocking me, and I fixed on his eyes. The red was so dark that they looked brown, and the characteristic demonic sideways pupil gave me pause.
    â€œYour blood kindled the curse,” he said, his red, goat-slitted eyes darting to the blood circle beside me. “She told me about shoving you through the lines last winter.” His eyes traveled over me, evaluating. “No wonder Al is interested in you. Do you have anything that might have attracted her?”
    â€œOther than the favor I owe her?” I said, my voice shaking. “I don’t think so.”
    His eyes dropped to the elaborate circle Ceri had drawn for me to contact him with. “If you think of anything, call me. I’ll pick up the imbalance. I don’t want her coming over here again.”
    Ceri’s fingers on