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All of us were subdued as we walked back to Leo’s car. I was busy assembling a list of questions for Malik. If the demons kept the Gates of Alexander sealed behind wards, Mandelbaum would have his work cut out for him finding and opening them. Unless he made a deal with the devil.
Oy vey.
“Portal us to Markovic’s apartment,” Drio demanded.
“I’m wrung out and starving,” I said.
“You can eat after.”
I’d dealt with Malik, learned my beloved Rabbi A had been memory wiped, and that we’d left Dr. Markovic alive and suffering because we hadn’t recognized that he was a half-demon. I swallowed the bile at the back of my throat.
“I’m not your f*****g Uber, Drio. I’m done for today.”
“We could all do with a change of scenery,” Rohan said.
“Sure. Take a night off,” Drio said. “What does As
