I was sitting on the carpet in Conal"s apartment, cross-legged with my hands resting lightly on my knees. This meditative posture helped me to relax and speak to the spirits and as the days passed, I was spending more and more time like this, gleaning what information I could.
There was only a week left; seven days before I would turn twenty one and I was growing increasingly frustrated with our lack of progress. We"d made advancements with regards to fighting - Epi continued to train all of us daily, the demons he produced growing bigger, uglier and stronger. A small smiled flickered against my lips as I recalled the look on Nick, Rafe and Marco"s faces when they"d first seen one - I imagined it was remarkably similar to the look on my face the first time Epi had subjected Conal and I to
