Silas stood at the edge of the trees, facing the forest beyond. A dark shadow. A malignant stain, as Ishtar said.
"He seems pretty angry," Silas said.
You were right, she turned him into her blood slav.... with a spell. How do I fix it?
"Give me his head."
"You haven't removed the curse yet."
"With a crazed werewolf waiting to kill me, what did you expect?"
"I expect you to keep your end of the bargain," Asher said. "Do what you said and give me back my brother."
Silas took a deep breath and looked at me suspiciously. He should be worried. I'd get Ishtar's head back and kill him for everything he'd done to her.
He held up a flask swirling with a luminous green liquid. "Throw my head and I'll throw this at the curse."
"Curse first." Asher stood his ground. "I'll stop Adonay from re
