“Do you have any balls left?”
“Only the ones between my legs,” he quipped.
Grevin’s lips quirked.“I think only Jaks finds those magical.Anything else?”
Quentin felt around in his bag.“I also have one fire orb, but I’m not going to set my mother on fire.”
Before they could come up with a plan, a petite woman emerged.
“Dean Mearson?”The words were out before he remembered Hafrey’s claim.This was the woman who was probably controlling the demon.
Jaks’s hand clamped down on his shoulder, holding him in place.“Steady.”
“Quentin, dear, so nice to see you.”
“Is it?What are you doing here?”How much would she admit to?
“I have some business with Nikko.”As she came closer, Quentin saw that her eyes were glowing white.
“And who do you have inside you?”Grevin asked, stepping forward to block her access to Quentin.
“Just a friend,” her voice took on a deeper cadence.“I’d be willing to trade her for you, fae born.”
“No, thank you.”Quentin remained behind Grevin.
“What is your name?”Grevin asked.
The possessed dean threw back her head and laughed, a deep, eerie sound that never should’ve come out of the petite woman.“You think I will fall for that, necromancer.I am not young brimstone dust willing to fall for your ploys.Your people thought to enslave me; I am willing to do the same.”
Terror had a new name.If only Quentin knew what it was, so they could banish it.
His mother’s voice screamed from the house.“Adremelech!”
Grevin’s spine relaxed.If he could see his face, Quentin was sure his friend had a maniacal grin on his face.
Grevin reached into his pocket and tossed a stone at the demon, who instinctively caught it.“I banish you, Adremelech, back to whence you came.”
The flash of white light blinded Quentin.When he finally got his vision, Dean Mearson was unconscious on the floor.”What should we do with her?”
“Send her to the bounty hunter cages.I’ll call them to follow up with the cops,” Jaks said.
“I don’t have any more orbs.”
“Check your pocket.”
Quentin pulled out the fire orb and another transportation orb from his pocket.“How did you know?”
Jaks smiled.“I’ve noticed you’ve taken to shoving a spare one in your pocket for emergencies.”
“Huh.”He thought over the past few weeks and nodded.“I guess you’re right.”
“I notice everything about you,” Jaks said smugly.
Quentin threw the orb at the dean and watched as she vanished beneath his direction.“Damn, I bet that makes Rendell in charge of the department now.He’s going to be even more insufferable.”
“Better a brown-nosing asshat than a demon-possessed soul,” Jaks commented.
“That’s because you’ve never met Rendell,” Quentin countered.
