Chapter Six
“Love insists the loved loves back”
― Dante Alighieri
There was a lot of grey powder sprinkled around George’s bed that I didn’t recognise and Ricky had found an unknown potion in young Prince George’s blood. Somehow I couldn’t believe that the intruder was that sloppy leaving all of this evidence for us to find. Something had happened in this room, and I had a feeling that the whole kidnapping might have been staged, that someone knew that the royals would panic and call the police.
I studied elixir books that weren’t available to other demons and mongrels, not on the earth at least. Ricky had quite a collection; some of his titles were stolen from the underworld library. He never told me who owned them, and I didn’t ask. It was safer not to possess that kind of knowledge.
