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Shelby and Sybil exchanged a look through the screen, and Sybil spoke. “A lot of monsters are very possessive. It’s just how they are. It’s kind of like their way of expressing love.”
I nearly spat out my ice cream. “I don’t think that’s the case here. He made it pretty clear that this was a temporary thing while I was here under his protection.”
“Right, and if you no longer need his protection, but he doesn’t want what you have to end? I’m not saying he’s purposely trying to stop you from achieving your goal or anything like that, but he might not even know he’s doing it. Especially if he’s in denial of what he feels for you.”
Could Sybil be right? Could Eamon secretly care for me more than he was letting on? But even if she was right, I still had to finish my mission. I owed it to myself, as well as to any of Mother’s potential future victims. I’d never forgive myself if I let her go now and she ruined someone else’s life.
“If that’s true, he has a shit-ass way of showing he cares. If he really did care for me, he’d help me get rid of this foul spirit once and for all. I’ll never be able to truly relax knowing she’s still around.”
“I understand,” Shelby said. “I don’t know how you sleep at night with that bitch on the loose.”
Eamon. Eamon was how I slept at night. Now, I’d need to find something else to distract me before night fell.
“You’re safe in the penthouse,” Sybil said with confidence. “I’ve got that place on lockdown.”
I’d almost forgotten. Sybil’s great-grandmother was the one who’d put the ward on the penthouse in the first place. She now kept the spell running along with a dozen others.
“This place also draws energy from Shelby in the rare case my magical reserves are overtaxed. You’re as safe as houses.”
“Thanks.” I relaxed. “I needed that.”
It wasn’t just the assurance that I was safe, but our little talk. It was nice to have friends. If I failed to stop Mother, I wouldn’t just lose my body, but I’d lose all my friends too. I had much more to fight for now than ever before.
IwasjustservingNugget her dinner when my cell buzzed from the bedside table. I let her into her travel cage to have at it and picked up the phone. It was Sybil.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.
“I have a certain wizard over at my place, and he’d like an audience with you.”
“Seth? You didn’t have to—”
“He contacted me. Dragon’s orders,” Sybil said, stopping me mid-protest. “Apparently, a certain demon’s been ignoring Seth’s calls.”
“I see.” I gritted my teeth, a little more pissed-off at Eamon than before, if that was even possible. “We can talk now.”
“No can do. This is better in person. The ward doesn’t extend to phone conversations. There were no cell phones when Grannie Syl first crafted that spell. Also, these things are best done live. If you mess up on a practice spell, he can do damage control and stop you from burning down the place.”
“I can get one of the gargoyle brothers to drive me over tomorrow morning.” I doubted Eamon would agree.
“No can do. Time is of the essence. I didn’t even have time to get dressed.Somebodywas pounding on my door.”
“You were ignoring the doorbell,” said a smooth masculine voice.
“I had headphones on!”
“When a dragon says jump, a sane man jumps,” the voice said.
“Sethy Boy here can open up a portal for you. Bring your notes and the sword over. And Nugget too. You’ll need her.”
“Are you sure?” I worried this was some sort of scam. And even if it weren’t, Eamon would be pretty pissed to see me gone in the morning.
“The ward on the penthouse prevents anyone from opening a portal if they have malicious intent, even if they were given permission by someone living in the home,” Sybil said. Then, her voice sounded more distant. “You understand that, Sethy Boy?”
“Stop calling me that,” was the answering rumble.
“If you mean her or anyone in that penthouse any harm, you won’t be able to open the portal. The magic will backfire in your face, and you’ll have one fucking angry bitch of a witch on your hands.” Sybil was looking out for me.
“I will have no problems.”
