A voice on the wind, the one Mabel overheard via her air magic, had spoken of a man named Samuel Albano. A man that may or may not be a rogue demon in disguise. An air fae could troll the air for certain spoken words, eavesdrop at a distance on conversations. Mabel had been on constant alert since the first murder for any murmurings related to the demon and it had finally paid off.
Magic tingled down Tyler’s arms and through his fingertips from the tattoo that also served as a magickal storage source on his back as he murmured words of power to secure a warding. Hours after Mabel had heard the whisper, the Fae Coven had secured the empty apartment across from Albano’s in order to do some surveillance work.
He’d brought Amelia and Justin with him for the first shift. The rest of the Coven
