He snapped his fingers to turn on a lamp. “You got salt?” she asked. The angel lifted a brow. “I want to perform a spell that will help you locate your muse.” “Hey now, let’s not get overzealous.” “It won’t bring her to you, it’ll just open your senses to her. That’s my plan I was talking about.” “If you do that what do I get out of it? I know a bargain was mentioned. You going to help me hunt for my halo?” She shrugged. “Thought so. Have a seat, I’ll be right back.” Cooper left Pyx staring at the comfortable brown velvet sofa. She fought the urge to make a leap and land all snuggly and reclined. What was it about mortal furniture that screamed comfort to her? Now was no time to get comfortable. Pyx had come to earth with a mind full of spells and invocations innate to the Sinistari. If pure physical force could not get the job done, then she’d facilitate demonic magic. She knew a spell that would enhance the Fallen’s sensory perceptions—specifically to his muse.
