He shouldn't have gone so hard on her, because knowing Lydia, she would have said everything with a sprinkle of dramatic gore, and Neera ever so softhearted, would be crushed.
Now he didn't know how to undo it.
The chants lowered, and the sizzling of energy as well. The witches were soon to be done.
It didn't take long before their hands lowered, and when their spirits returned back into their bodies, they let out a collective groan of both success and tiredness. Anna gathered the witches together, their conversation too low and jumbled to reach Zavian's ears.
"Are we supposed to trust them to do that?" Azriel asked.
The circle broke off before Zavian could answer. Freya had stood and joined the demons, and waited expectantly as they looked at the long sword with an unfamiliar crest burning at its hilt. It was more plaque than a sword, and Anna held it out to them.
