Chapter 69

“You need to find a place to hide,” Gideon said. “We got to the last site pretty soon after sunset and he was already done. I’ll bet he shows soon.”

“I found a good spot,” Jesse assured him as he began to collect the remnants of his own rituals. “I’ll be close enough if you need me. I’ve set up some wards, one in each direction. If anybody approaches, you’ll hear an owl.”

“Got it.”

There were no large trees to take cover with, but he watched Jesse step carefully over the circle he’d inscribed and approach the church, picking the largest of the bushes hugging its brick wall to hide behind. As soon as Jesse was out of sight, Gideon scanned the vicinity for anything remiss before hiding himself. His spot was a towering marker near the outermost grave. There was already a crossbow in place for him to use, in case he got a clear shot.

Part of Gideon hoped he wouldn’t. He was looking forward to tearing this bastard, limb from limb.