My breath hissed in. “Shut up!” I shouted, hitting his bubble with a side kick. “Don’t say that name!” It was my name now. Oh, God, it was my name, and anyone who knew it could pull me into a circle. What would happen when the sun came up, I couldn’t even guess.

Tom stared. “Morgan? How did you…You killed Algaliarept! You killed a demon and took his name!”

Hardly, I thought. I took a demon’s name and killed myself. Maybe Ivy had been right and I should have just tried to knock off Al. My demise might have been quicker that way. None of this lingering mess to deal with. “Not so tough without your wand, are you, eh?” I said, hearing an intercom buzzing somewhere, barely audible over the woman sobbing by the door. Tom had drawn himself straight, and I pushed on his bubble, appreciating not being burned by it. “Nice,” I said, then, frustrated, I hit his barrier with my foot again. The man stumbled back, almost knocking into his circle and sending it down. I started pacing, limping around him as the intercom hummed. “Get used to it, Tom. You’re going to be in a cage for a long time.”

But Tom’s look went crafty, reminding me he knew how to trip to a line. I stared at him, and his smile grew. He wouldn’t. Al was his demon contact, wasn’t he? He wouldn’t risk it. Al would feel it and be on him in a second. But Al was in jail, so maybe it didn’t matter.

“No!” I shouted, desperate to keep him from jumping. Steeling myself, I put my left hand on the barrier and pushed. I knew what it was now. I had taken his circle before, and with one candle missing, this one was compromised. I could do this. How am I going to do this?

My aura burned, and teeth clenched, I stared at him from around the lank strands of my hair, panting as I tried to absorb his power. Take control of the line he had tapped. All of it.

I felt something shift, as if the entire field had gone see-through. I looked at Tom. His eyes were wide; he had felt it, too. And then he was gone. His aura-laced shield of ever-after vanished and I fell forward.

“Damn it all to hell!” I shouted as I caught my balance. I turned, seeing that poor woman watching me, her sobs temporarily halted. The intercom was still humming, and I stood with my hip cocked and my good hand to my forehead. I could have had him, but I had monologued. Damn it, I was not going to do that again.

But the woman was still cowering by the door, and forcing a smile, I headed toward her, grabbing the smallest knife in passing to cut her bonds. The intercom finally quit buzzing, a blessed relief.