“How are you, witchling? Other than worrying over this demon?” Moriana’s deep chuckle resounded over the phone. “Moriana, this psychic stuff of yours is handy. Some dwarves are running amuck.”Īri experienced a pleasant rush of warmth. “I didn’t have time to wait for your call, my dear,” a familiar voice said when Ari answered. Absorbed in thought, Ari was startled by her phone ringing. She was a lot older, like decades, and more experienced. Still, Moriana must have heard of image changers. This creature in Riverdale had to be a higher-level demon, more dangerous. Louis, but Ari had also killed one of them with a dagger. Moriana had barely exerted herself in getting rid of the demons in St. Great-Gran or Moriana would have known what to do. This situation was way beyond her knowledge. I think you should delay further scrying.”Īri nodded absently. “Without a doubt, but I do not want to locate him until we have a plan. He’d just come back or kill again somewhere else. “Well, we can’t go running through the streets with torches, and we can’t let him escape. Ari had never heard of a creature her fire couldn’t defeat. “You’re kidding.” Damn, that was a scary thought.
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