My stare shot to Robin. That’s why she’d been searching for it? That’s how she’d come to have a perfect drawing of its front and back?

Cradling the cult grimoire in her arms, she nodded, a small, reassuring smile on her lips. The timid girl I’d first met, who’d flinched and stammered through every conversation, was nowhere in sight as she waited beside her lethal and—as far as I could tell—completely out-of-control demon.

Even though I was intimidated as hell, the hope that had rekindled in my heart, so fragile after we’d stumbled and faltered and failed so much, flared bright and steady. Refocusing on the demon, I straightened my spine and unclamped my hands from my chest.

The medallion, its center marked with the same sigil etched on Zylas’s armor, swung gently from its chain as I extended my hand.

Shrewd crimson eyes assessed me, then a triumphant grin flashed across the demon’s face. The expression was at once disconcertingly human and savage in a way that only a demon could be. Somehow, he had become our ally? Were this deadly being and his contractor Ezra’s only hope? Did we dare trust them?

I had no answers, and it didn’t matter anyway. This was Ezra’s life, Ezra’s fate, and Ezra’s decision. The deal was done …

Zylas’s hand closed around the amulet, pulling the chain from my fingers.

… and there was no going back.