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back in there. Those things were talking about himself, Ryse, Uryl and Nuall. What did they mean by “they smelled like an Ancient demon?” That was impossible. Uryl as the oldest was forty and Ryse eight. No Ancient demon had been spotted between the times of their births. This didn’t make any sense.
    Those demons in the jars seemed trapped. Could this mansion be a prison?
    Why did it open itself to them?
    Could he be an abomination the way everyone said he was? But, Nuall was treated like her blood was made of gold. She shouldn’t be in a prison. Was this his fault? No, the voices said “they.” Somehow, this had something to do with the four of them.
    Now what? He could grab one of the jars and bring it to the others or bring the others here. It would be faster to just carry the jar. Did the sealing spell work only if the jar was in place or were they safe as long as the jars weren’t broken. Better not risk it.
    How long had it been?
    They relied on their sense of smell to tell time. None of them thought about how they would know when three hours had passed if they couldn’t smell outside.
    Better head back and check on Ryse. She could take care of herself. Still, he’d feel better when he saw her.
    There was no way the three of them could secure this entire house.
    The pantry didn’t have a door. Could he create a strong enough barrier around it to stop anything from getting out? If that were possible, someone would have done it instead of wasting time carving symbols on everything.
    He needed to get back.
    A jar sat on the island counter. It hadn’t been there before. A thin coating of dust covered the counter. The glass jar shone as though recently polished. A spot in the pantry was empty. The dust circle on the shelf matched the shape of the jar.
    The jar appeared empty. He wouldn’t be fooled. He couldn’t see through it. A thin white fog filled it.
    He moved on. If the house wanted him to take this jar, he didn’t want it.
    The jar sat in the threshold of the door.
    Cyl couldn’t help it. He had to check. Nothing sat on the island counter.
    He recalled his light and walked out.
    Tink, tink, tink.
    It came from ahead of him. He still couldn’t see through the darkness.
    Tink, tink, tink.
    It was moving closer to him.
    He created a light. The jar sat on the floor in front of him. If he had taken one more step, he would’ve crushed or kicked it. He picked it up. It was warm like it had been held recently. The jar would follow him. It would be less irritating if he carried it. Hopefully, he wasn’t carrying a weapon powerful enough to destroy Nuall and his family.
    His body wouldn’t move forward. He wanted to burn the jar and the demon inside. He wanted to make it suffer. It could whisper. Could it scream? The sound would be music. It had put his family in danger. It had done something to deserve being trapped in a jar without a body. He wanted to destroy this house, grab his family and leave. The monsters outside were nothing compared to what was in here.
    His fingers hurt. He had been gripping the jar with all his strength. It didn’t break. He eased grip. The anger drained.
    Uryl told them to listen to their instinct. His screamed at him. This house wasn’t safe. They needed to leave. His body moved. Fast.
    Anger, from someone else, knocked him backwards. Stopping him before he reached the others.
    Ryse didn’t get angry. She showed disappointment, irritation but she was never so enraged her power lashed out. She was angry with him. What had he done? Did it have something to do with the jar?
    Ryse’s power dove into and out of his body like fiery blades. Pieces of the blades stayed inside. They took over his power— turning it against him. His insides turned cold. His power always matched his body temperature. Ryse turned it to ice.
    He couldn’t feel anything but pain.
    “That’s enough, Ryse,” Uryl said.
    The anger backed off. His power retreated to a place inside him he couldn’t