Book Seven: Chapter 209

Cyrus looked up at Laurel, blood leaking from his eyes. He muttered a single word in Enochian, using sheer force of will to dismiss the demon’s oppression. Laurel’s eyes widened in disbelief as Cyrus rammed the dagger he had tucked into his belt through her thigh. She went down on one knee, her eyes bulging out of her head in pain.

“The safe word...is...chucklebunny.” He headbutted the witch wearing Laurel’s body, then jammed the ice wand into her gut and fired. A starburst of ice flash froze the woman’s torso, and she stumbled backward in shock.

“How dare you,” she growled, flames now licking across her skin. The ice on her body melted and sloughed off. Cyrus raised his wand and attempted to fire again. However, his hand from the wrist down was encased in ice. When he tried to wiggle his fingers, he realized he couldn’t feel them. The witch leapt forward before he could attack, then slammed the palm with the eye in it on top of his head.

“I regret that I can only