“I’m fine,” I said, trying to ignore the fact that I thought the white crystalline pattern I had made on the glass was absolutely beautiful. “Let’s do this. I want to be able to sleep tonight.”

Ceri stirred, drawing my attention to her. Her angular features were drawn, and she looked frightened by a sudden thought. “Ah, Rachel,” she stammered, standing up. “Would you mind if we waited? Just until tomorrow?”

Oh, God. I did it wrong. “What did I do?” I blurted, reddening.

“Nothing,” she rushed, reaching out but not touching me. “You’re fine. But you just readjusted your aura, and you probably ought to go through an entire sun cycle to settle yourself before trying to use it. The calling circle, I mean.”

I looked at the mirror, then her. Ceri’s face was unreadable. She was hiding her emotions, and doing a damn fine job of it. I’d done it wrong, and she was mad. She hadn’t expected all my aura to slide off, but it had. “Crap,” I said, disgusted. “I did it wrong, didn’t I?”

She shook her head, but she was gathering her stuff up to leave. “You did it correctly. I have to go. I have to check on something.”

I hurried to get up, knocking the table and almost spilling my glass of white wine when I set the mirror down. “Ceri, I’ll do better next time. Really, I’m getting better at this. You’ve helped me so much already,” I said, but she stepped out of my reach, disguising it as swooping forward for her slippers. I froze, scared. She didn’t want me to touch her. “What did I do?”

Slowly she halted, still not looking at me. Jenks hovered between us. Outside, I could hear the neighbors yelling friendly good-byes and a horn beeping. Reluctantly her eyes met mine. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m sure the reason your aura all spilled out was because your blood invoked it and not another demon’s, as was in my case when I was bound to Al’s account to field his calls for him. You need to let your aura settle in firmly before using the curse, is all. A day at least. Tomorrow night.”

I took in Jenks’s worry. He had heard the lie in her voice, too. Either she was making up the reason my aura pooled out or she was lying about the need to wait to call Minias. One scared the crap out of me, and the other was just bewildering. She doesn’t want to touch me?

She turned to go, and I glanced at the calling circle, beautiful and innocent-looking on my coffee table, reflecting the world in a wine-stained hue. “Wait, Ceri. What if he calls tonight?”