“These are not toys.” Ethan’s voice quivers with rage. I feel confident I’m making real progress again. Ethan will crack soon for sure.
I pick up a helicopter. “This really looks like a toy.” It also seems to be made of the same dark metal as the arrowhead that stole my real husband away. I hold the item closer. Tiny runes have been carved onto its surface. “This thing is lousy with black magic.”
Ethan laughs. “What did I tell you, guys?” All the Earls guffaw right along with him. Ethan wipes under his eyes with his knuckles, brushing fake tears away. “I knew she’d be frightened of my models.”
I mouth one word: Toys.
Ethan’s laugher dies right down. “For your information, these items came from Earth, where all sorts of things can get contaminated with demonic aura. Honestly, we’d never
