Chapter 47.1

My jaw dropped, and I was about to ask if Griff had told her when my gaze caught the gold object I’d left on the floor.

“What’s that?” I asked.

Aunt Sybil picked it up and placed it in my hand. “It looks like a needle case. Are you thinking of taking up sewing?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, remembering how Ophois had asked me to stick a golden needle into the goat-horned demon. If I had thrown it through the door, it might have transported him to Fenrir’s basement.

Beki’s sharp bark reminded me of Captain Caria’s gun. If she had killed me, and my soul had floated over to the other side, then I could have look forward to an eternity of torture.

I wrapped Aunt Sybil into a hug. “It’s great to see you, but could we catch up later?”

“Sure.” She gave me a gentle squeeze before letting go and walking out of the door.

Now that Shifter City was safe from Hades and I was alone, all that remained of the debacle was the upturned table and the broken plates and glasses across the marble floor