Stephen ignored Xeon and puffed out his chest. "I am a demon. Powerful. What could a witch do that I couldn't? "
"You do not have the height, my friend," Xeon muttered.
"I hate you, my prince."
"I hate you too."
"I hate you more!" the little demon taunted. "Without Mathena’s help, you are just a powerless demon."
"You're getting on my nerves, Stephen." Xeon glared and took the little demon’s neck.
"Enough, all of you," Mathena grumbled like a mother hen. "Put him down, Xeon." She breathed in her irritation. "For now, we need to track those who bomb your SUV. Can Stephen here weave an enchantment to hide our own presence?"
"Ward this shelter from intrusion?" Xeon smoothly pointed out.
"Yes," Mathena replied.
Alpha Stefan muttered under his breath, "I will find them and if you want
