— William Shakespeare, Macbeth I’D COME HERE alone last time and with very different intentions. I’d procured the sphere to help the witches defeat the Druids. Now I sought to help the Druids defeat Rainbow and Bankun. The beautiful soul next to me could be blamed for the radical departure from my normal self. As much as I had changed, the church courtyard looked as it always had. With crumbling angel statues and flowers in need of watering, cast in a certain shadow it could be quite lovely. Rose chirped in shock when Beleth descended from the sky like a dark curse, inky black wings extending as he dropped. He’d gotten more tattoos since our last meeting, the tribal patterns now covering his hands and neck as well as arms and chest. I’d taken a risk bringing Rose without telling Beleth. He eyed her with suspicion, then turned to me. “You bring guests?
