The demon’s aura was a wet blanket, dripping with acid, smothering me. It coated me, inside and out, and my strength was surrounded by its power. It squeezed my will to nothing. I heard my heart beat once, then again. I took a shuddering breath, swallowing back the sharp tang of vomit. I was going to live. Its aura alone couldn’t kill me. I could do this. I could.

Shaking, I looked up while the shock lessened to something I could deal with. The cauldron was gone, and Ceri was huddled almost behind the huge grave marker beside Algaliarept. I took a breath, unable to taste the air through the demon’s aura. I moved, unable to feel the rough concrete scraping my fingertips. Everything was numb. Everything was muted, as if through cotton.

Everything except the power of the nearby ley line. I could feel it humming thirty yards away as if it were a high-tension power line. Panting, I staggered to my feet, shocked to realize I could see it. I could see everything as if I was using my second sight—which I wasn’t. My stomach roiled as I saw that my circle, once tinged with a shading of cheerful gold from my aura, was now coated in black.

I turned to the demon, seeing the thick black aura surrounding it and knowing a good portion of it coated mine. Then I looked at Ceri, hardly able to see her features, so strong was Algaliarept’s aura on her. She didn’t have an aura to combat the demon’s, having lost her soul to it. And that was what I had pinned everything on.

If I retained my soul, I still had my aura, smothered as it was under Algaliarept’s. And with my soul came free will. Unlike Ceri, I could say no. Slowly I was remembering how.

“Free her,” I rasped. “I took your damned aura. Free her now.”

“Oh, why not?” the demon chortled, rubbing its gloved hands together. “Killing her will be a banger of a way to get your apprenticeship started. Ceri?”

The slight woman scrambled up, her head high and her heart-shaped face showing panic.

“Ceridwen Merriam Dulciate,” Algaliarept said. “I’m giving you your soul back before I kill you. You can thank Rachel for that.”

I started. Rachel? I had always been Rachel Mariana Morgan before. Apparently as a familiar, I wasn’t worth my full name anymore. That ticked me off.