Eric finished bandaging Simon’s hand. “Are they actually real?”“I never met one, but then I didn’t think a ghost could completely take over a living body until I met you all. I’m inclined to believe.”“Okay, then. Next question: how do we get in to do the banishing?”Simon looked over at the big Victorian. The alien power pulsed now, power he understood he’d never seen before because he had never encountered angels, in any form. Until Claire. She dragged more impossible into his life in so short a time he was surprised his head wasn’t spinning.“Last try got us blasted across the lawn.” Simon ran his left hand over his cropped hair, his right hand smarting from the splinters Eric yanked out of his palm. The bandage made him feel clumsy, but blood dripping down his arm would be a deterrent. “Claire seems to think as long as I can get close enough for this guardian to hear my voice, the banishing will work.”Theresa crossed her arms. “Do you know a banishing spell?”“An old one.
