CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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At the very moment Peter and Angie discussed things over dinner, Garrou knelt, naked, spattered in the blood of a dead drug-addicted prostitute. The body now lay across the altar in the hidden sub-basement sacrarium he’d had built under his Crisfield home. Her skin had already turned an ashen gray as long, bright red rivulets of her still-warm blood oozed down from her neck.
As he knelt, Garrou stared into a brazen basin filled with water, to which had been added an aromatic oil and the blood of the prostitute. Through an act of magic, Garrou was able to scry using the liquid, learning things of which he’d otherwise remain ignorant.
Although he attended the covenstead at Raven Hill Manor for major Satanic ceremonies, he used this private altar for his personal sacrifi
