Book Three: Chapter 84

“Mike would go outside to confront him.” Naia frowned. “He wouldn’t let him come in, but I know he would at least talk to him. What could Daryl do to him if he was outside, on the porch?”

“Hmm.” Lily tapped her nails on the side of the fountain. “His specialty is magic involving the flesh. He tends to necromancy, but that’s a by-product of his gifts.”

“So a trap has been laid.” Cecilia looked at the others. “A trap to lure in Mike.”

“Maybe we should spring it,” Naia suggested. “Without Mike here.”

“But what about me?” Dana cried. “If I don’t deliver Mike, I’m stuck like this!”

“The alternative is worse.” Lily shook her head. “Think about the process. He spent time researching you, hunting you down for this specific purpose. Why go through the effort? Let me tell you something else about Daryl. He’s a grade-A asshole. When he snaps his fingers and your soul leaves your body, you won’t be headed for the happily ever after you think you are.”

“How do