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I had to stall. “Why would you do this?” I asked. “What do you want with Dove’s Creek?”
“IT IS NOT DOVE’S CREEK I DESIRE,” said the demon. “I REQUIRE SHELLEY GREENLEY’S BLOOD.”
“What?” I squeaked.
“MORTALS WITH MAGICAL BLOOD ARE RARE. HER BLOOD AND ENERGY WILL HELP ME BECOME POWERFUL. I MUST DO ALL I CAN TO MAINTAIN AN EDGE IN MY HOME REALM.”
So its goal had been to get to Shelley all along.
“Why didn’t you just take her?” I asked. “Why control Peter? Why control Shaun? And Mr. Graves… What is… what is all this for?”
“WHY TAKE WHEN YOU CAN SCHEME?” The demon laughed—at least I thought it was a laugh. “I NEEDED TO AVOID DETECTION AND SUSPICION. AND I NEEDED A VESSEL.”
I shuddered when I realized it was referring to poor Mr. Graves.
“ENOUGH TALK,” said the demon, now frowning and
