“Hurry,” Ceri whispered, sweat tracking her face. “You’ll probably show up as an unregistered user, but unless she’s cursed him again, he’s likely looking for her and will answer.”

Unregistered? I wondered. Licking my lips, I closed my eyes. I was already connected to the line, so all that was left was invoking the curse and thinking his name. Mater tintinnabulum, Minias, I thought, not expecting anything to happen.

My breath came in a quick heave, and I felt Ceri’s hand clamp on my wrist, forcing my own to stay in the circle. A jolt of ever-after spun from me, colored with my aura. I felt it leave me like a winging bird, and I struggled to hold myself together as I saw it flee in my imagination, taking a portion of me with it.

“I won’t let him steal it from me!” Newt shouted. “It’s mine! I want it back!”

“Concentrate,” Ceri whispered, and I fell into myself, feeling that freed slice of me ring like a bell through the entirety of the ever-after. And like a ringing bell, it was answered.

I’m a little busy, came an irritated thought. Leave a message on the damned landline and I’ll get back to you.

I shuddered at the sensation of thoughts not my own curling through my mind, but Ceri kept my hand unmoving. Within Minias was a background clutter of worry, guilt, aggravation. But he had dismissed me like a telemarketer and was ready to snap the connection.

Newt, I thought. Take the imbalance for my calling you, and I’ll tell you where she is. And promise you won’t hurt us, I added. Or let her hurt us. And get her the hell out of my church!

“Hurry!” Ceri cried, and my concentration bobbled.

Done, the voice thought decisively. Minias’s worry sharpened to a point and joined mine. Where are you?

My brief elation vanished. Uh, I thought, wondering how you give directions to a demon, but Minias’s own thoughts faltered in confusion.

What the devil is she doing past the lines? It’s almost sunup.

She’s trying to kill me! I thought. Get your ass over here and collect her!

You aren’t registered. How am I supposed to know where you are? I’ll have to…

I stiffened, jerking my hand out of the circle and Ceri’s grip when the voice’s presence squeezed my thoughts harder. Gasping, I fell backward onto my butt, my body mirroring my attempt to jerk away from Minias’s presence.

“…come though on your thoughts,” a darkly mellow voice said.

“Heavenly Father, save us,” Ceri gasped.

My head spun, and I caught a glimpse of Ceri falling backward. She hit her circle, and panic iced through me when it broke in a flash of black.

Oh, God. We’re dead.

She met my gaze as she sprawled half upright up on the floor, her eyes saying she thought she had killed us. Newt cried out, and I spun where I was sitting, only to freeze in shock.