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purpose. There never was a girl.”
    Josue looked at Ander and shook his head. “You cannot be sure—“
    Everyone stopped at once and noticed that the demon’s eyes were open. They seemed dark, almost black in the light. They stared at each man in turn without blinking. Ander never looked away as the demon tilted her head and glanced down at her bindings. She lifted her wrists to test the weight of the shackles. Her lips curved upward into a sly smile.
    “This is something new.” The voice was soft and feminine. “New place, new bonds. New master?” Her gaze focused on Ander. Something about her gave him a chill.
    “Your name, demon.” Ander forced himself to keep eye contact.
    The demon licked her upper lip. “First tell me yours.”
    Draven interjected, his tone low and rough. “We haven’t time for games, witch. Tell us what we want to know or I’ll force the answers from you.”
    Her glance darted to the solider. She let out a low chuckle of amusement and sat up in a manner that accented the curves of her body. “I’d like to see that. I remember you. Strong, quick. Perhaps too much so.”
    Draven growled and started forward but Ander stepped between them. The demon was speaking magic into her words to cause anger, anger that would cause Draven to do something foolish. He placed his hand on the wall over one of the runes and spoke a single word under his breath. The rune shifted and changed shape at his touch. The girl released a shriek and bent forward in pain.
    “You were warned.” Ander moved his hand away from the wall.
    “Magic weaver.” Her words were a low hiss. “Spirit-namer.”
    Ander ignored her challenges. “Speak your name, demon. Your vessel is dying.”
    He regretted revealing the fact as soon as it passed his lips. Would it be able to possess another without aid? He could not be sure. Surely the priest would be protected by the grace of his goddess, but if that thing possessed Draven Gree…
    The girl tilted her head, the movement slow and mechanical as though her neck were a rusted hinge. She looked aside to one of the tables that lined the walls, piled high with stacks of papers – Ander’s lists and drawings.
    “You know it already. I see it there, written over and over again.” Her lips curled into a cruel smile. “We’ve met before, you and I.”
    Draven frowned. Josue raised his brow as he turned toward Ander. “Of what does she speak, Shaman?”
    Ander frowned. “She speaks lies, Father, nothing more.”
    The girl’s cold dark eyes fixed on Ander. “Why speak lies when the truth is so much better? I had forgotten all about it, the night you dared to summon the likes of me. You were younger then. Handsome as well, though I much prefer you now – stronger, lined with experience…” She smiled.
    Ander turned away and brought a hand over his eyes, pressing against them in attempt to keep away the images he had spent so many nights trying to hold onto. He heard faint whispers from every direction, reading off his many lists of names.
    “Come now, Spirit-namer. Name me.”
    “Be silent, she-demon.” Draven tried to place a hand on Ander’s arm but he pushed him away.
    The whispers were growing louder, though the solider seemed not to notice them.
    The girl began to laugh. Josue grasped a golden sigil that hung at his neck and mumbled a low prayer, his words shaken and unsure as he drew back from the others. Draven began to shout threats to the girl, his weapon in hand. The whispers persisted. Ander heard a ringing in his ear that grew louder by the second.
    Then all at once there was silence, save for a single name Ander heard whispered as though someone’s lips were next to his ear.
    Ambrosine.
    He mouthed the name as it was spoken to him.
    In moments he was on her, Draven’s knife in his hand. He shouted curses as he struck her across the face and then raised the weapon over his head with every intention to make his next move fatal. But the demon was too quick.