Book Eight: Chapter 91

“Not much fer interior decorating.” Suly nudged a table with his foot. “I’m surprised there’s any furniture here at all.”

“When Beth and I came here last time, we dragged that out from a different room and had lunch on it.” It had been their last peaceful meal within the abbey. Mike moved to the table and pulled out his paper map. They also had digital copies on their phones, but he half expected the spirits to drain his devices of electricity. “So, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

“Are we splitting up?” asked Sofia.

“We’re strongest together,” said Mike. “So, no.”

“That’s no fun,” said Nyx. “If we split up, we could search this whole place far faster.” The fae gave him a playful smirk that briefly reminded him of Lily. He wished the succubus was here right now. She’d probably know how to handle their unwanted guest. Or get them killed. It would absolutely be one extreme or the other.

“We’re not here to have fun, Nyx. We’re here for results.” Mike l