High above her, in the crown of the trees, shadows followed them. The two strongest of all spirits, the black and the white magic jumped from branch to branch, competing with each other. They constantly watched their prey, Julie, not wanting to lose sight of her even for a moment.
They had been left alone without a human body after Jabari’s death. Their previous human host promised them everlasting life; after every Lazarus ceremony, when he defeated death, they made sure Jabari had special gifts. That was why it was such a disappointment when the landslide finally killed the man. His demons had to flee, although they waited a long time to see if the man would stand up again, as he had many times before.
This was the closest they’d come to the woman since they’d been separated
