Do your voodoo demon summoning dance.

Seth pov

The call from Sarah is unsettling, to say the least. I know she has more to say, protests to come, but I end the call before she can try to stop me from doing what has to be done.

All four of my men stand close, worry crossing their features.

I turn to Luciano, “You need to get Than here, like yesterday,” I blurt out, thinking about anything that might be wrong with Sarah.

There are many possibilities, and some outcomes are what I fear. Those are the things I don’t wish upon any woman, regardless of how much I like or dislike her. Remembering my own experience, I shiver.

“What? Why? And how am I supposed to pull a damn demon from Hell or Gardens of Evil all of a sudden?” Luciano asks.

I see that he feels uneasy, but this isn’t the moment we can joke around. And then, the realisation hits me. Shoot, I’m supposed to tell them what’s happening.

“Do your voodoo demon summoning dance; the fuck if I care, just do it! Sarah needs him!” I force the words through gritted teeth as