Now she was even more scared of Maledict.
"I wasn't sure what to make of you. Kids are hard to read. Like nasty, necessary little parasites," he chuckled. "But it seems you haven't made yourself a nuisance, and you are remarkably free of... pre-arranged hatreds. For that, and because you have a contract with me, I am now willing to offer you a chance, provided you continue to act in any way that does not embarrass me."
Once more she felt him at the edge of her mind.
"I kept some memories from you, so you would not unknowingly warrant your own death... I now permit you to remember," he said, and suddenly Nona felt a pinch behind her forehead. More details of the angel who'd rescued her, like the fact he had horns and a tail, and a face like Maledict, returned to her. As did the knowledge that his name was Kir, and she owed him her life just as much as she owed Maledict, if not more.