"Leonie is my high school best friend." I slung an arm around her, the two of us huddled together on her sofa under her giant framed poster of Andy Warhol's large multi-colored flowers.

"Best friend since high school," she clarified. "On my end, I wasn't on a break."

I elbowed her side. Yeah, but she hadn't called me either so it's not like my existence mattered. No, I couldn't let this memory loss bullshit mess with my head.

"Best friends. With a demon." Rohan ...