Book Seven: Chapter 108

Cyrus looked up as if he hadn’t noticed the men there. “Hmm? Oh, sorry, just muttering to myself.”

“You said something about sacred iron,” said another man, his features hidden from view by a full-face mask. “And that demon.”

“Oh, you mean the doll?” He looked around to see if anyone else was listening. “We’re not sure what she is. I mean, we haven’t positively identified the type of entity yet, so it’s just a theory.”

“It’s a damned good theory.” The man leaned forward, using the butt of his rifle to support his weight. “That bitch didn’t just hurt one of our own, she disrespected us. If you think you have something that will hurt her, you tell us right now.”

“Uh...” Cyrus pretended to engage in an inner debate, then looked around again. Nobody in a leadership role was nearby, so he took a seat next to the armed men and nodded toward them conspiratorially. “I’m not really supposed to talk about this, but these are desperate times. I’m sure you’re all aware o