Chapter 30Zofia's mouth tasted like brimstone. “Bluckh!” She wanted to believe this was all a bad nightmare. But it wasn't.
Expelling a heavy breath to quell her speeding thoughts, she looked around herself. The bed made sickening creaking, and moaning noises. The mattress below her gurgled. The whole bed was possessed, obviously, and the very thought of being kept here, n***d and spread-eagle didn't exactly help things.
“Oh, goddess, get me out of this!” she cried. Where's a god or goddess when you really need them?
Images of what Erebus had done to her flooded her mind. She strove to think of a way to get herself out of this mess. Think! Think, think, think. Without use of her hands she couldn't direct any kind of spell. Unless…
The demon had forgotten all about the Stone. It was sti
