CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
I backed away from Fiona as the demon laughed maniacally.
My foot hit the edge of the outer circle. I couldn’t move any further. I wouldn’t be able to take Fiona in the circle. I was a sitting duck.
But Fiona didn’t take her eyes off the demon.
“Of course I can kill him,” she said matter-of-factly. “But what about after?”
“His blood cannot be purified,” the demon said. “It is stained beyond repair.”
“So you’d rather send me to the spirit world, huh?” I asked, not able to help myself. “That’s real rich, demon.”
“The only way to purify your blood is to obtain new blood,” the demon said. “Blood that is untainted with the marks of sin.”
“You’re saying I have to kill someone,” Fiona said. I could see her brain working hard through her sunglasses. She glanced over at
