“…a spell designed to affect your mind,” Arta had told me. This would be a smorgasbord of magical noms noms for her. That is, if she could use it, if she was paying attention right now, and if she were telling the truth about everything to begin with.
I often said Tema Rion was the scum of the earth. It would be foolish to take the spirit of whatever she’d tried to summon at its word. Most supernatural beings either couldn’t lie or didn’t lie, but my list of the ones that did was far from complete.
There was no way to be sure. Even if I could summon Arta right now and ask her, there was no way I could believe her. I let out a deep breath and got up to leave. I got to the door before I stalled.
“Dammit!” I bit through my thumb and pressed them together. A little blood wouldn’t hurt, give
