We stood there for a while. Mateo trying to comprehend what I just told him. We even forgot about what we had planned. We allowed them to carry on walking and leave us behind. We had more pressing matters we needed to talk about, and those pressing matters didn’t involve them knowing anything about them.
I stood there, looking into his eyes as he looked back at mine. Not too long ago, he just told me everything was going to be ok. That I needed not to worry. That I was going to get my kids, then as soon as we finish up with Demotrix, I was going to have my spa day.
But here we are. I just found out I might be a demon. A freaking demon for the love of God.
Then a thought floated inside my head. The Vatican only allowed wizards to work for them. They wouldn’t allow me to work for them. No
