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“Since two days ago, meaning it’s probably a viral infection and the hallucinations will go away once I get some antibiotics.”
Once more her lips curved in amusement. “What you have is not a sickness. Now, I do have to ask, you were born female?”
I rolled my eyes. “Why does everyone keep asking that?”
“Because usually female humans can’t see through the cloak that hides, nor can they perceive demons.”
“That’s what he said, minus the cloak part.”
“You said your first demon sighting happened two days ago. Was the only time you’ve seen them?”
I wanted to lie, but being freaked out, I sighed and told her the truth. “Pretty sure I saw more in the subway. Which is why from now on I’m walking, taking a taxi, or a bus.”
“And you’ve not seen them elsewhere? Say, maybe around your home?”
“Hell no. I would have moved my ass if they got near my apartment.”
Her brow lifted. “But they have found you.”
“Excuse me?”
“Cain contacted me last night to further add to our conversation about you. He says your door shows signs of a demon trying to get in. He inscribed a rune of protection on it, but it’s not a permanent solution.”
That explained the scratches and the symbol. “He never said a word about that.”
“Perhaps because you frazzled him. I’ve never known Cain to be so flustered.” Nova grinned. “It was actually quite entertaining.”
“Guess a big dude like him isn’t used to being told to take a hike.”
“Indeed, he isn’t, which is why I’m here in his stead. Firstly, to confirm his findings and. secondly, to have you accompany me to the forumdomus.”
“The what?”
“The forumdomus. The guild house where reapers and witches abide.”
“Um, I don’t think so.”
“I’m afraid there’s no choice. That is, if you want to live.”
“Been living just fine up until now,” I pointed out.
“But something has changed. You see demons.”
“Not by choice.”
“Doesn’t matter. You see them. And they’ve marked your domicile.”
“So I’ll move.” Seemed simple enough for me. Yes, I’d miss the cheap rent, but I could save on my commute and relocate closer to work.
“I don’t think you grasp the gravity of your situation or your uniqueness.”
“No, but I get the impression you’re going to tell me.”
“Women with the gift of magic can heal and scry. The men are the eyes and the arms against threat. They can see past the glamours and fogs that hide monsters. They wield the blessed scythes and swords and daggers that can kill a demon.”
“And?”
“Do you have magic?” she suddenly asked.
