THE SCRATCHING WAS back at the door again. Along with that infernal yowling noise. The stupid cat was driving him crazy, competing with the voices to raise his stress level and make him sweat.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on the voices, trying hard to ignore the feline’s insistent screams. The voices told him to remain calm, to ignore the creature. He would try to do that. Killing a familiar created seriously bad karma. He didn’t need bad karma. Karma was a consummate b***h when she was wronged.
He only hoped no one else heard the stupid animal and came to investigate.
He had only planned on killing one person. The voices would be unhappy with him if he killed another. Balance was key in the spirit world. Too many deaths and a price needed to be paid. He had no interest in paying
