Their demon problem was amplified by thirteen. Twelve more like Malachim were planning to inhabit this realm by possessing vampires, and they were using Callista to accomplish it. He never felt helpless. Never felt lost. He felt pretty damn worthless right now.Callista’s birthday was tomorrow. She’d been quiet since they left McFeely to deal with the fallout with his boyfriend. Demetrius had a hard time believing that McFeely was utterly altruistic in his use of Edgar Augustus’ money. Councilmembers had earned a helluva wage. “At least Father’s death stopped one of the thirteen,” Callista spoke quietly.“Only one. We don’t know how many more are out there.” They barely knew anything.“Do you think it’s true? That once the thirteen most powerful demons of the underworld walk the earth, they can open a portal to Hell? Seems a bit far-fetched.”He gave her a sidelong look. “As opposed to you saving yourself for your demon betrothed so he doesn’t have to cross-dress in your body, but walk around in his own?
