CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Imagine my surprise as Fiona drew a magic circle around the fire pit. Her circles were perfect, like she had been doing this forever. All five points of the pentagram in the inner circle aligned.
She set up several candles around the circle and the demon lit them with the blue fire from its wings.
“You going to join me or what?” she asked, finishing up.
I stood on the patio, unable to believe my eyes.
Necromancers don’t have a monopoly on demons, but most supernaturals don’t bother with them. If you can shoot magic blasts from your hands, use super strength, shift into an animal, turn invisible whenever you want, or cast intense spells, you can solve your own problems. You don’t need to owe favors to a demon. Me, on the other hand—I can only do what I do with the
