Chapter 98

“We do.”

“Would you have someone tell them to stop the vehicle leaving our premises and inform the driver immediately of our situation.”

The man grabbed the microphone clipped to his shoulder and pressed the button. “Gateway, this is Frontline, do you copy?”

There was no response, only static. The man repeated himself, then clicked the button a couple more times before looking at Legion. “We’re being jammed.”

“Jammed? How?” Legion sniffed the air, then spun around in a circle as if chasing a scent. “Interference. Is it magic? Which one of you is doing this?” The demon noticed the faraway look in Dana’s eyes and stepped toward her. “Is it you? What sort of witchcraft is this?”

“I would like to point out that she isn’t a witch,” Tasia muttered as Legion got in Dana’s face.

“Hey! Stop that!” Legion slapped Dana twice, then grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. “You think a simple spell will just—”

Dana moved fast, her distant gaze locking on