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headquarters in Atlanta? If Evalle survived going back to the Medb, which Storm believed she would without a doubt, then she would stand with her Beladors to protect VIPER against anything.
    Even a legion of demons.
    Nadina arched and yelled out, “I’m almost done!” 
    “Who are you talking to?”
    She panted out several breaths and had her hand on her lower back. “Hanhau. He is tired of waiting. Before you walked into the building, I called out to Hanhau and told him you were coming. He is out of patience and I am out of time. You must go now or not at all.”
    This was screwed nine ways, but bringing Hanhau into the mix had just upped the game. Storm said, “Give me your blood oath now.”
    “We don’t have time.”
    “Then I’m not going.”  He’d put himself between Evalle and  every demon Hanhau turned loose if that was what it took to protect her.
    Nadina grumbled, “You must be quick or he will pull me away before it is done.”  She produced a knife and said, “Find something to burn.”
    Storm glanced around, found a drum with garbage and pulled out a long wood shaving. He stepped back over to Nadina. “I assume you can light this with your powers.”
    He could, too, but he wasn’t showing her any of his cards.
    “Of course.”  She sliced her palm and allowed her blood to drip onto the wood.
    Storm sliced his palm, dripping blood to comingle with hers and started the oath. “I, Storm of the Ashaninka, agree to aid you in escaping Mitnal, but only if you uphold your agreement to return my soul, my father’s soul and swear to never harm or even speak to Evalle. You also agree to never come near me again or touch anything that is mine.”
    “Anything? How am I supposed to know if something belongs to you, Storm?”
    “By staying a million miles away from me and mine. Give your oath word for word the way I stated mine.”
    Nadina spoke through lips pulled tight in anger. “I, Nadina, witch doctor of the Ashaninka who worship Koriošpíri, daughter of the powerful Spiritwalker Sinaa, agree to return Storm of Ashaninka’s soul and his father’s soul upon the moment that I leave Mitnal with Storm and have control of those souls. Once we escape together, I also swear to never harm or even speak to Evalle, plus I agree to never go near Storm again or touch anything that is his.”
    He hesitated, hoping he hadn’t missed something. Storm released the wood shaving that remained suspended between them. “Burn it.”
    The wood burst into flames, Nadina’s deadly black majik burning a licorice smell through the air. The only black magic more deadly than hers was Noirre. He hoped his nostrils weren’t permanently coated from her majik miasma.
    His heart pounded a fast staccato. He was going to enter the demon realm. But with a little luck, this would end his journey to release his father’s soul so that his father could cross over to his final resting place in the afterlife. And it would allow Storm to feel whole again.
    To know that he would be the man who deserved Evalle.
    And above all, this would eliminate a threat that would otherwise haunt his and Evalle’s future.
    Nadina arched again, feet off the floor. She cried out, “Storm is ready. Speak to him, my master.”
    Her feet hit the floor and she heaved one breath after another, holding her arms around herself. Even Storm was convinced that she’d suffered in that moment.
    A smooth voice that deserved to be on the radio asked, “ You are the demon Storm?”
    Storm shot a warning look at Nadina who gave him a just-play-along look. He answered, “I’m Storm.”
    “You wish to enter Mitnal?”
    Not really, but Storm replied, “Yes.” He gritted his teeth against the sharp jab of pain from lying.
    “Why?”
    Before Storm could send another death glare her way, Nadina wound her hands in the motion of keep talking. Staying as close to the truth as he could, Storm said, “I understand you want someone to train your demons.”
    “And