She held Cassander’s life close against her chest, caving her shoulders forward, sheltering it from everything, even the heated breeze coming down from the vents. Her eyes closed while Joshua silently placed his right hand over Godric’s and shot a short burst of black magic into it. The vial shattered all over the table, the gray mixture turning into a black tar-like substance. A single tear fell down Poppy’s cheek as she opened her eyes and saw the destruction for herself.
“I will now take my leave.” Joshua pushed up from his chair. “Don’t forget, Ms. Carvene. One drop of your blood, pour the spell over his wound and do it before the end of the day tomorrow. I’m not positive if the aberration can contain his soul longer than that. If his soul leaves his body, a different spell will need to be used, like the second vial.”
Her head nod was barely noticeable.
Joshua saw it though. His footsteps were soft as he left the restaurant, never glancing back to make sure no one was throwing a dagger at his back. The devil didn’t have enemies who were more powerful than he was.
Or did he?
Maybe Theron was wrong.
Maybe the puppet master was someone.
