Chapter 14
Rosemary watched, arms crossed, as Will climbed up on the ladder he’d fetched from the garage and carefully scratched out all the sigils that had been carved into the ceiling plaster. Once he was done, he got out his vial of holy water, dabbed some on his fingertips, and smeared it into the surface while he murmured something under his breath. The water left grayish blotches on the paint, although she hoped it would dry without staining too badly.
Then again, what did she care? Someone had been attracting demons to this house on purpose. In that moment, she was fairly certain she never wanted to spend another minute there. Housing prices in SoCal were going through the roof, and she was pretty sure she could more than recoup her investment in the place. Better to take the mone
