She looked at him, real tears showing. “It hurts,” she said, scaring the crap out of me. Newt had inflicted her own memory loss? What had she remembered that she didn’t want to?

Ceri was standing beside me, almost forgotten, and she slumped, telling me that it was almost done. I wondered how often she had seen this played out.

His mood easing, Minias pulled Newt close, the purple of his robe curving around her. Newt folded her arms against herself and let him hold her, her eyes shut and her head tucked under his chin. They looked elegant and self-possessed standing in their strongly colored robes and proud stances. I wondered how I could ever have doubted Newt’s gender. It was so clear now, and I spared a thought that perhaps she had subtly shifted her appearance. Seeing them together made a shudder ripple over me. Minias was the only thing holding Newt to her sanity. I didn’t think he was just her familiar. I don’t think he had ever been just anything.

“You shouldn’t take them,” he whispered, his breath brushing her forehead. His voice was captivating, moving up and down like music.

“It hurts,” she said, her own voice muffled.

“I know.” His demonic eyes locked with mine, and I shivered. “That’s why I don’t like it when you go out without me,” he said, looking at me but talking to her. “You don’t need them.” Breaking our eye contact, Minias turned her face to his, his hand cupping her strong jawline.

My arms wrapped around my middle, I wondered how long they had been together. Long enough that a forced burden became one willingly shouldered?

“I don’t want to remember,” Newt said. “The things I’ve done—”

A demon with a conscience? Why not? They did have souls.

“Don’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.

“It 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!”

“Newt…” he warned, his fingers fumbling in his pocket.

“I 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.