Chapter Ten

CHAPTER TEN

Before Seth even had time to respond, Reed Taylor was murmuring softly. He was so quiet that I couldn’t make out the words, but his tone sounded like he was politely asking for something. It was lovely.

I felt the presence step closer. I started to shake my head.

“I don’t want it near me, Reed Taylor,” I said, but he quietly shushed me.

“You’re going to be all right. Let him do what needs to be done.”

“Who?” Seth asked, his head rocketing from Reed Taylor to me and back. “There isn’t anybody here!”

“Yes. There is.” Reed Taylor said it with easy conviction that Seth simply shut his mouth and held Lydia firmly.

I gasped as the presence ran its hand down my back. It felt comfortably warm, not blazing hot like Reed Taylor’s hands had been. It hovered around the demon’s mark.

“I know,” Reed Taylor said aloud. “Please just do your best.”

“Do I even want to know what’s going on?” Seth was practically whining.

Reed Taylor ignored him. “Luna? This is . . . this is really g