The Devil you called
Cracks spidered across the obsidian floor, glowing faintly, and a sound rose up through the stone.
Not a roar.
A whispering chorus.
Aunt Dee swore under her breath. “Hunters,” she said. “Not Azrael’s. Worse.”
Sarai’s breath caught. “Worse than the Starved Ones?”
“Yes,” Dee said, and her hands moved faster through the sigils, but her voice stayed steady. “These ones don’t feed on hunger. They feed on prophecy.”
The word snapped something awake inside Sarai.
The baby reacted instantly.
Heat surged through her spine, sharper than before, but controlled focused. Images flashed across her vision: figures cloaked in pale armor, faces blurred as if reality refused to remember them, weapons etched w
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