No one is immune. No one is safe. God knew there was room enough for evil to roam free. For the demon to roam free. Demon of Dartmoor, F.J. Sparrow The next few days dragged endlessly. Fionna was not usually given to moodiness, but worry about her mother was never far from the back of her mind. Adding to her strain was the fact that Raven and Rowan were not behaving. They were squabbling ceaselessly, when they should have been hunting down their quarry. Usually the words flowed fast and furious at night, and she would look over what she’d written the next day, making changes as needed. Shortly after opening the shop one morning, she sat at her desk in the back room. If anyone entered, the bell gave enough notice that she could be up and on her feet. But it wasn’t only worry about her mother that disrupted her concentration. It was him. Aidan McBride. It was silly, for they’d only met twice. When he appeared at the shop the day after they’d met, he’d told her right out that he hadn’t come to see her.
