127. Here we go again

When the door slammed into my face again, I snorted and took Henry's wrist. My grandma seemed to know about the shadows because she didn't ask a thing, probably having found out from the Devins. 

"Now that she is younger and put-together again, she has turned back into a demon. Let's go." I pulled him into our room and sat him on the mattress. 

I had slept enough; I had eaten something, so it was time. Maybe I was traumatized from two weeks of not using my ability and having no coin with me, but I seriously hesitated, always paranoid that I would lose again what was so important. 

Sighing, I took Henry's hand.

I flipped the coin; it turned and floated in the air as I caught it and revealed it in my palm. Black; eyes, ears, and heart uncovered; correct future of Henry Devin.