The Bureau’s safe house was a fortress disguised as a farmhouse, tucked deep into the rolling hills of upstate New York. It was a place of silence and long shadows—a necessary ghost for three men who had just humiliated the world’s most powerful ghost.
The van rolled to a stop on the gravel driveway, the engine cutting out with a heavy sigh. I sat in the back, my hand locked in Aria’s. I didn't want to move. I didn't want the bubble of the last two hours to burst.
Aria was quiet. She cried after Malakai disappeared and all that left was smoke and splinters of wood and bricks.
“I’m here. I’m here. I’ve got you” I held her tighter knowing I’m branding her wrists with the marks of my fingers. I was afraid if I let go of her for any reason the demon will steal her away again. Then I reache
