Set to the side was my scrying mirror to etch the calling pentagram on, my last stick of magnetic chalk, more of that yew, a ceremonial knife, my silver snips, a little white bag of sea salt, and a rude sketch Ceri had drawn earlier using Ivy’s colored pencils. Ceri had brought out the bucket from the pantry, too. I didn’t want to know. I really didn’t want to know. The circle was going to be different from the one she had drawn on the floor just this morning: a permanent connection I wouldn’t have to invoke with my blood every time I wanted to answer it. Most of the stuff on the table was meant to get the curse to stick to the glass.

The soft clatter of our plates was pleasant as we arranged ourselves, and I collapsed into one of the cushy chairs, wanting to pretend for a few moments longer that this was just three friends getting together for lunch on a rainy summer’s night. Minias could wait. I slid my plate onto my lap and picked up my fork, enjoying the quiet.

Setting the entire bottle of untouched red wine on the table beside her, Ceri took her teacup in her bandaged fingers and sipped graciously. Nervousness started to tickle and wind its way through my spine, ruining my appetite. Jenks was heading to the honey Ceri had put in her tea, and the woman capped it, putting it firmly out of his reach. Grumbling, Jenks flitted to the plants on my desk to sulk.

“You sure this is safe?” I asked, gaze flicking to the paraphernalia. I didn’t understand ley line magic and therefore distrusted it.

Ceri’s eyebrows rose as she tore a chunk from her herbed bread—a strand of her hair drifting in the breeze from the open transom windows above the fixed stained glass, dark with night. “It’s never safe to ask for a demon’s attention, but you don’t want this unsettled.”

My head bobbed, and I wrangled another blob of pasta on my fork. It tasted flat, and I set my fork down. “You think Newt will come with him?”

A soft flush showed on her. “No. In all likelihood she doesn’t remember you, and Minias won’t allow anyone to remind her. He’s reprimanded when she strays.”

I wondered what Newt knew that was so terrible she had to forget it to stay halfway sane. “She took your circle. I didn’t think that was possible.”

Ceri delicately dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin to hide her fear. “Newt does what she wants because no one is strong enough to hold her accountable,” she said. My anxiety must have shown, for she added, “It’s skill in this case. Newt knows everything. It’s just a matter of her remembering it long enough to teach someone.”