Chapter Twelve

The entire group sat around the lounge as Kohl lit a fire. “Just so you all know, Borislav is very private and untrusting. People freak him out, really, really freak him out. I’ll approach first. He knows me. And though it’s been a few centuries since we’ve seen each other, we used to stop other witches and warlocks from doing sacrifices and blood magic. That shit is dangerous. He and I spent decades together. He was the closest thing I had to a father. I write to him quite often still, we exchange letters. He doesn’t have a phone or anything like that. Just books, I’ll bring him a few.”

“You two were close?” Nora inquired, “if that’s the case, how do you not know if he was the one that spelled that girl in hell?”

“You should be careful with the tone you use when you ask questions like that. You sound like you’re accusing me of something.”

“Well, are you guilty of something?”

“Nora enough!” Kohl intervened. “If he was the one that did i