It was too much of a coincidence that a random demon would show up at the same time. It had to be the same demon that was now in possession of the grimoire, the same demon that had been in the parking lot the night before. As we drove past the impressive façade of the building again, goosebumps rose on my arms and I couldn’t get the image of the dead bodies out of my mind. They’d been ordinary people going about their day. They hadn’t deserved to meet their end in that way. No one deserved to die like that. “We’re here.” Ty pulled up outside a large building that was nearly wall-to-wall glass. As he parked the car next to a slick, black Audi, which we knew belonged to the witch we’d come to talk to, I unbuckled my seatbelt and studied the building’s entrance. “Let’s do this.” I checked my watch as I rounded the car. It was a minute after five and our contact in the council had told us that the witch was a strictly nine-to-five kind of guy. We made our way to the main entrance of the building and as we neared, I got an uncomfortable tingling sensation down my spine.
