“That is what I’m saying.”
“Does that mean I can remove the spell and the curse?” Eden asked, her voice shaky. “Just like Selina would have been able to?”
“It is possible, but not guaranteed.”
“Nothing ever is, except death and taxes,” Darrak said. “Well,
He watched Eden to see her reaction to this. It did make a crazy kind of sense to him, and he was surprised it hadn’t yet occurred to him. Selina and Eden had received their black magic from the same spell — and that was enough to make their black magic identical.
“I don’t know.” Eden shook her head. “I’d be afraid to even attempt it. I might hurt him.”
“Magic is like a muscle,” Maksim explained. “With regular use it becomes stronger. It is only the truly destructive magic that will darken your soul. An attempt to do something like this should not tap too deeply into the black magic.”
But it wasn’t exactly white magic, either.
Darrak wasn’t convinced of a word that came out of the wizard’s mouth, but Eden seemed intrigued.
“Maybe this is the answer we’ve been looking for,” she said cautiously.
“The spell will be easier to remove and can be attempted at any time,” Maksim said. “A curse, however, is made of much denser magic. Take care when you make your attempt on it, and remember it must be made as close to dawn as possible when the bond between you both is at its weakest point.”
Eden nodded. “Thank you so much for your help.”
He took her outstretched hand and squeezed it. “There’s something else, isn’t there?”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“You have a friend in need. One you’re concerned with. You work closely with him and you fear what will happen… tomorrow night.”
She gasped. “Are you talking about Andy?”
“Yes, that’s it.”
Andy had been bitten by a werewolf two weeks ago, and tomorrow night was the full moon. Maksim was right on the money. Darrak wondered where he kept his crystal ball hidden, although he did have a few ideas of where he’d like to shove it.
“I have something for you that may come in handy.” Maksim walked to a mahogany desk in the corner, opened the top drawer, and returned with a piece of parchment with faded handwriting on it. “It’s a containment spell. Any room he’s in when the time comes can be perfectly sealed and cloaked, which will prevent harm to him or to others. Such simple magic, even a human could use it if they have the correct wording. Consider it my gift to you.”
Eden took it from him and scanned the Latin words to both cast and remove the spell. “Thank you so much.”
“My pleasure.”
Darrak resisted the urge to roll his eyes. A gift. Sure. Nothing came for free. He’d just have to wait to see when the bill for this consultation was going to arrive and in what form. “We’re leaving.”
“You’re welcome, too, demon.”
“I’ll reserve penning any thank-you notes until we see some results — both for Eden and for our soon-to-be furry friend.”
Maksim smiled thinly. “Of course. But really, you must ask yourself this — how could things get any worse than they already are?”
Darrak chose not to reply to that.
How could things get any worse?
That was a dangerous question if ever he’d heard one.
THREE
Ben Hanson couldn’t stop thinking about angels.
He’d met one — a real one. He was sure of it. The angel was being kept prisoner right down the hall in the cell with the tiny window on the door. Ben had been staring at that cell for almost ten minutes now.
Ben had quickly realized that the Malleus had a bit of a dark side. To say the least.
But why were they holding an angel prisoner? There had to be a solid reason, something that he could understand.
He needed answers.
Not that he could do a damn thing about it, even if he wanted to. He’d signed over his body and soul when he’d accepted the job offer here. He’d tendered his resignation as a cop nearly two weeks ago and had been faced with questions he couldn’t answer. For better or for worse, he was a civilian now. One who worked for the Malleus — Latin for
There was really only one thing that made this place remotely tolerable. Ben had met a woman named Sandy Matthews, a gray witch. He’d hoped she’d be able to help him forget someone else — a woman named Eden. So far, however, it hadn’t worked all that well.
Eden was the main reason Ben had signed up as a Malleus member. She’d helped him see that the world didn’t only contain criminals to lock up, but evil monsters as well. And, when the going got tough, Eden had chosen one of those monsters over him.
Things like that weren’t too good for a guy’s ego.
Ben had been told by his superiors to keep a close watch on Eden and her demon. His boss, Oliver Gale, had plans that had something to do with both of them, but he wasn’t exactly all that forthcoming with the details.
Damn it, he needed answers about that angel. It was driving him crazy.
The Malleus worked as a “need to know” organization. If Ben didn’t need to know something, he wasn’t told. But this was different. For his own peace of mind, he had to know the truth. Oliver was the leader here, the one who’d personally branded Ben’s forearm with the fleur-de-lis symbol that, along with the ritual that went along with it, gave him the ability to sense those who are Other and the extra strength needed to fight against them.
The pay wasn’t bad, either.
It was too late to change his mind now. He’d been told that once you were a member of the Malleus the only way out was death.
He really should have read the fine print first.
“Hey, Ken doll,” a female voice called out to him from the tiny window on a cell to his left. “Come here. I need to talk to you.”
“Ken doll?” he repeated.
“You’re blond, tan, and perfect. It’s as good a name as any.”
He glanced in the direction of her smooth voice. He couldn’t see anything but dark skin and dark eyes glittering from the other side of the window. The cell itself wasn’t lit.
“What do you want?” he asked warily. The Malleus dungeon was filled with evil creatures who were locked up until their ultimate fates could be decided.
“You have to help me. I shouldn’t be here.”
“If you’re in there it’s for a good reason, honey.”
Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed. “Wrong place, wrong time, that’s the only reason for this.”
“Are you human?”
“Well…” She hesitated. “Not exactly.”
“Then you’re exactly where you need to be.”
“Nice attitude,” the woman called after him as he started walking again. “That’ll get you far, asshole.”
“Nice talking to you.”
Her tone turned desperate. “Wait! They’re going to kill me. You know that, right? You need to do
