Chapter 41

Cyrus sat on the hood of his car, his wand pointed at the motorcycle they had found parked along one of the side roads on the way in. Tasia and a few other Knights stood nearby it, their swords drawn just in case. The motorcycle was chained to a plate in the floor of the cube, and the cube was busy moving down the long hallway on ethereal gears. Ordinarily, they would have left the town car behind, but he now suspected that the succubus had gotten in somehow, so had stashed extra magical items in the car in preparation for whatever awaited them.

He touched the breast of his shirt, feeling the cold, hard metal of the amulet he wore beneath it. It had been an overnight gift from the Council, and if he was going to end up in another one-on-one with the succubus, at least he was now far better prepared.

Amida sat next to Cyrus, his legs crossed and his eyes closed. In his hands, the necklace that Cyrus had given him was floating horizontally, as if being tugged forward.