Chapter 65

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Ella had no time for this for any of this. The godling and the Pet had returned; she had sensed the rippling in the shields surrounding and enclosing the safe house. They had somehow survived the attack in Cornwall. The demons and imps she had sent were dead, and worse, had been seen. She called out to the Watchers in Cornwall herself, waking them up, sending their instructions on the wind: deal with the police before it was too late.

By the sounds and smells of it the people she had driven out of their church she assumed for good were coming back to perform an exorcism.