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If we were going to fight a demon, we needed a crack team of experts who were ready to go into battle.
That was what Charlie had said, anyway. I told him he watched too many action movies.
But he had a point. I wasn’t returning to Mr. Graves’ farm alone. Thomas had said he’d be at my house shortly; when I sent him another text explaining my suspicions, he’d told me he needed extra time to prepare some offensive magic.
I had also sent the parakeets to find Esme and her family, promising her that her babies would be safe in my home with Sassy and the other animals present. Sassy wasn’t a magical dog, but she was smart, and the babies would be better off inside my wards than out in the forest.
The griffin babies still slept a lot, so I kept them in the spare bedroom, creating a nest o
