A trap, she thought. For a fleeting moment she wondered if it was the voice from the ransom call, and she found herself scanning the room for evidence of Liza. But no. That voice had been distorted, but still undeniably human. This voice was something else. Lightning sparked in her palm, but it lit nothing other than the raised dais upon which the Devil’s Eye lay in an open, titanium case. “Stand down little goddess. Your powers can do nothing against me.” Behind her, Mick scrambled to his feet, automatically moving to block her from the source of the voice. “I’ll take my chances,” she said, eyes darting around the space. There was simply nowhere for someone to hide. “Who are you?” “I have been many things over the centuries. Almost all of them have been faces of death.” What. The. Hell. This was so not good. “What do you want?” she demanded. The voice chuckled. “That is not a question I am accustomed to hearing. No one asks what they can do for the devil, only what the Devil in the Eye can do for them.”
