Taking the piece of cloth from Aquamarine, I notice it has a spattering of some kind of dark liquid on the edge of it.
I’d have missed it if the liquid had dried because of the black colour of the hoodie but, it must be fresh because the stain is still a little wet.
Raising it to my nose, I breathed in deeply and pull back in revulsion. “What is it?” Victor questions.
“Ugh, I can’t be sure but I think it has the blood of a demon on it.”
Pulling out the crystal rock slowly from my jacket, I wave it over the material and the rocks come to life with a soft glow. “My guess, she’s already become gargoyle dinner.”
“Are you sure, I mean she could have escaped?”
Tossing it to Aquamarine, I snicker when she quickly evades the material by leaning to the side and throws me a glare as it goe
