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not exactly a popular theory. Even I’m not fully convinced,” Bree admitted as she let go of his wrist and put both hands in her coat pockets. “I mean, after all the information we’ve gotten out of Gelsenim, I get that demons are probably beings from some other dimension, that it probably isn’t hell as I was taught to think of it. But I’m not sure I buy that they aren’t innately evil. They feel evil, they do evil. Seems pretty convincing evidence to me.”
    “Well, whatever they are, sometimes they go to war. They organize, usually with human Demon Masters, and usually with the cooperation of other dark magic users who want something out of the transaction. We know what the demons want out of it. They want to be able to permanently possess human beings so they don’t go hungry. The question is, what do the people working with them want?”
    Bree sighed. “What do they ever want? Power? Money? Revenge? We all have weaknesses. We all have darkness that can be exploited.” Her mood dipped as she considered just how much darkness she had sensed in Daniel today. He was, in many ways, incredibly kind and altruistic. But he was also very angry, and very wounded. And in addition to being a Demon Master, he was also a Binder. It was another forbidden talent that made him capable of utterly taking over the will of another person. He tried not to use it, and Bree tried not to remember he had it.  
      “So this war thing,” Bree said uneasily. “Should I be afraid?”
    “Let's just say it behooves us to bone up on our warding and casting spells.” He paused a beat, then added, "Immediately."

CHAPTER THREE

    Bree cut around the avocado the long way, then put down the knife and twisted it slightly between her hands. It came apart smoothly, and she looked with satisfaction at the unblemished, creamy green interior. She’d managed to get one at a perfect stage of ripeness. She put down both knife and avocado and lifted the lid on the large pot of water on the stove to see how close it was to boiling, and set it back down. Not quite there yet. She looked at the clock on her microwave. Yep, both Daniel and Dion were late. That was a good thing, because she was running late as well. Her last massage client ran over so she was behind in getting dinner going.
    She pushed back a strand of hair that had escaped from her French braid with her wrist and went back to cutting up the avocado, then arranged the chunks on the salad greens in a large wooden bowl. She was working in the limited counter space afforded in her small kitchen. She’d fallen in love with the tiny jewel of a Victorian house for its character, sense of history, and plain good vibes. She loved the tall ceilings, the long, narrow windows, the wide wood trim around all the windows and doors, the worn wood floors. Having lived here for two years now, she was less enamored with the lack of space. She’d given the kitchen cabinets a fresh coat of white paint when she first moved in, and painted what little wall space there was a light spring green, but that had failed to make the kitchen seem any bigger.  
    As she finished the salad, she heard a meowing at the back door. She went to open it, and in scampered her cat Hanroi. He was an older kitten, perhaps five months old, still slender, intense and playful. He was a classic striped grey and black tabby with prominent, rounded whisker pads, like a little lion. He announced his entrance with a loud series of meows, then jumped shamelessly up on the counter where Bree had been working.  
    “Hanroi, down!” Bree scolded, though without much hope. She was supposedly a Cat Master, but thus far, the only sign of that was the way she attracted cats. She seemed to have none of the Animal Master’s gift for training the species of animal attuned to her.   But at least with Hanroi here, the neighborhood cats had stopped trying to sneak into her house all the time. She wasn't sure how that worked, but she was