He watched it with morbid fascination. The gash on his leg was trying to heal, but his body could no longer draw on his jaguar’s healing powers. Not without shifting. Hanhau had upped his game, sending four demons the last time. Storm doubted that Hanhau had noticed Evalle’s presence when she’d visited, but some of the demons had. They stayed on edge in this fire pit coated with ice, and that made them uber-sensitive to visiting spirits. Evalle hadn’t found him without calling in spirits, but how had she done that when the only spirits who could reach Mitnal were dark in nature? Storm found it hard to imagine that Evalle would ask her white witch friend Nicole to touch anything dark. Frigid air washed over his skin. He’d been shivering for so long now he couldn’t remember when he hadn’t, yet a fire raged inside him, a constant burning that he kept hoping would torch him. Anything for relief. The slightest touch on his skin sent pain spiking through every muscle. That’s why demons out in the open space had sensed Evalle.
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