Chapter FourteenTimothie and Gianni talked far into the night. Gianni's clock struck one and then two. A little ball of fur purred on Gianni's lap – his kitten Maxx. The flat was cool and postmodern, with many souvenirs of Rome and other locales dotted around the rooms. Gianni sipped wine, and Timothie sipped coffee, and the night ticked by. At first, the conversation centered on Maude.
“I feel sad that she was sick,” Timothie shared. “I saw her weak and vulnerable leaning against that old car, throwing up into the street. I know it wasn't her in my shop, and that Bael left her out on the street feeling sick. He can take any form he chooses. Reginald deserves it, but Maude does not.”
“She's a witch, you say?” Gianni asked. “She'll be okay. She can protect herself.”
“Against a demon?
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