Chapter 199

My eyebrows shot into my hairline. "It's fine now," he assured me. "They found all the pieces and none of the knives she'd used."

"That's a relief," I said faintly.

"If you're concerned at all, I could talk to her for you."

"I don't want to put you in any danger."

"Oh, Mamã won't hurt me." Mamã? With all my complaints about Talia, I'd never had to worry about Freddy Krueger tendencies. "What are you looking for?" he said.

Generally, I wouldn't risk a go-between on this, but Alfie was an open book and saving his life had bought me his loyalty. Sherlock had his Irregulars, and Alfie was definitely that, even if he wasn't a child. Plus, this was his mother and it's not like I was tight with dealers in supernatural antiquities.

"It's called the Kiss of Death." I described its altar origins and that it was powerful, omitting specifics about Jezebel blood giving it Asherah magic.

Alfie took my card, promising to call if he learned anything.