Not that he had to worry about such a thing happening to him. The Whitcomb-demon had interfered here, that much seemed to be clear, but he would never be able to get close enough to Michael’s property to inflict this kind of damage. The wards he’d put in place ensured the safety of his house, and right now he was cursing himself for not doing the same thing to Audrey’s home after the first incident of vandalism. To be fair, he hadn’t thought the demon would lash out in such a terrible way. What had been done to her possessions inside was one thing; no one would know about that particular damage unless she shared what had happened to her. But to burn down a house, to invite investigations and scrutiny?
That indicated a level of boldness Michael frankly hadn’t expected. Was this a calculate
