A wry smile formed as she took the plate he’d put in the draining rack. “He had nice blue eyes. Or at least he did according to Mum. To this day Mum thinks the police were mistaken and eventually he’ll be released and the real murderer found. Not that she probably thinks about it much. If at all.” She met his gaze, surprised by the compassion she could see in his warm, brown eyes. “His first kill was an accident. We were going to be his first planned kill, the ones who made him more than a murderer. We would have helped him become a serial killer.”
“Trust me, this is worse. Demons aren’t something you want to mess with. The police aren’t going to cart them away and lock them up. As long as someone keeps summoning them, they can keep coming after you.”
“How will you stop Feud?”
“That’s a
