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viscous liquid collect before forcing it to drip in to the bowl. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the edge of the dried leaves began to blacken and smoke. Despite their meager amount, a cloud formed over the bowl. In its twisting and billowing folds, lightning struck. When the cloud was about the size and shape of a basketball, it exploded outward, like a star being born.
    Persephone watched with morbid fear as the smoke passed not just over, but through her brother and his two teammates. It pushed them into their chairs, warping over their bodies, before slamming them forward again. Breathless and gasping, the Pure Souls looked like they had just been forced to sprint a mile in mud boots.
    “Well, that’s it.” Ramiel took up the now empty bowl stained with ash and stuffed it back in the satchel, then put it in the box. “Oh, one FYI for y’all. The house is secure; nothing lashing out in hellfire can enter.”
    Jerry hoped no one else saw his awkward flinch.
    “But there’s a yin to that particular yang,” Ramiel continued.
    Dee looked flabbergasted. “You only bring this up now? You sure it wasn’t your destiny to be a used car salesman?”
    “Come on, Dee, you know that there’s a bite for every blessing. Anyways, now that the house is a dead zone for demons, it’s a dead zone for magic, too.”
    “So no magic, but only in the house?” Riona queried.
    Ramiel nodded. “Yeah, so you’ll have to handle practicing somewhere outside. Dee’s volunteered the yoga studio at his gym. I think that’s a good idea.”
    Leaning back in the chair, she crossed her arms. “Okay, I guess that shouldn’t be too bad. Just as long as I’m careful with my bagels.”
    “The yoga studio?” Jerry was clearly not impressed, but after a moment, his expression brightened into sheer, demonic mischief. “Hey, Riona, you ever practiced the pose, downward facing witch ?”

Chapter 6
    Damn it, she missed her car. Normally Dee would have been happy to lend her his, but as it turned out, he had business errands to run that afternoon. Once Riona found a seat on a bench aboard the northbound T-line, covered in equal amounts of duct tape and newspapers, she fished out the slip of paper from her pocket and held it up. Her stomach almost turned when she saw the little hearts with arrows that Jerry had drawn around the address of the occult shop. The guy just didn’t get the clue that she was so off the menu. 
    Her iPhone found its way into her hands from her other pocket. The calendar was still up on the screen when she woke it from sleep. A little blue triangle graphic next to December 25 th marked “D-Day.” It took almost two months for Satan to put a soul through the demonizing process, Jerry had claimed and Ramiel had confirmed. Which meant that the first possible window for Demon Marc’s appearance on Earth was Christmas Day, with the setting of the sun. Happy Fucking Holidays. There was a guy coming dressed in red and concerned with naughty versus nice, but he didn’t employ elves and it probably wasn’t going to be her stocking he was looking to stuff.
    Dee had glared when she unpacked the one-a-day calendar with a post-it sticking out from that ominous date. Her anticipation, however, grew exponentially with each page she ripped away.  Only thirty-three more shopping days until Christmas, and Riona had one big ticket item on her list: a way to save the demon that she loved.
    HEY R, WHO IN THE HELL IS CECELIA?
    Surprisingly, even more than assuming Marc’s body, it pissed her off that Jerry had inherited Marc’s cell phone. Whenever the name MARCELLO ANGELETTI popped up on her message log, she felt her heart flutter. Until she remembered the truth, that was. Dee had suggested they get Jerry a new phone line, but that somehow made it feel like the ex-demon’s place on their team was long term. It wasn’t like Dee was plotting Jerry’s death or anything—well, plot might have been too strong a word—but the