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walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.  "Christians aren't the only ones that fight demons. Believers of many faiths battle dark beings.  You must believe that you fight for good, and you must have a desire to defeat the evil for the sake of good.  You can't beat the spirit if you're there out of vengeance, or for any other selfish reason."
    Voice gruff, he responded , "Aye, part of me, a very strong part of me, wants revenge. But more than anything, I want to stop it from hurting others."  His fiery eyes flared as he made his vow.  "I will fight for the sake of good, and only that." 
    She pressed h er lips together, eyes somber, staring into his for several quiet moments, then answered, "Okay.  And I'll help you."  She reached over for her small travel bag and unzipped a side pocket.  From it, she withdrew several clear plastic bags filled with an assortment of items.
    He picked one up, careful of the fragile, dried herb inside.  "Are these bay leaves?"
    She nodded.  "B ay has protective properties.  We'll burn them, and the smoke will help exorcise the harmful spirit."
    D oubt filled him.  "Alyssa, my life's work was demon casting.  We followed an exact ritual, and it didn't include any of these things."  He made a sweeping gesture over the collection of plastic bags.
    "I understand that.  But you said yourself, you've changed since then.  Do what you need to do, follow your ritual.  But let me help in the way that I know how."
    He picked up a second bag, heavy with coarse salt, and looked to her.
    "Also for protection," s he answered his unspoken question.  "We go in as prepared, as armed as we can."
    He wanted to argue with her, tell her she needed to pack up her small bag and leave the creature to him.  But he took in the stubborn tilt of her jaw, the steel in her eyes, and knew she would never consent to such a thing.  "Very well.  But we agree you'll not enter the room."  It wasn't a question, his tone adamant. 
    A heavy sigh escaped her.  "It's not my style to sit back and let someone else fight my battles."  He started to protest, and she raised a hand, silencing him.  "This is my fight as well as yours.  Mr. O'Toole brought me here to help.  But I don't have a death wish.  You enter, and I'll help from the doorway." 
    Satisfied, he watched her slip the little baggies into her pockets.  She pulled one more item from her travel bag, a lighter, then nodded to him that she was ready. 
    Hands entwined, t he two made their way across the castle.  Despite the tension in the air, Dominic took a surprised joy in the sound of his own footfalls on the stone floor.  He gripped her fingers tighter, glad for her presence, even as he feared for her safety.
    Much too soon, they stood before the door of the haunted room.  Dominic still sensed nothing. No dark, ominous feeling crept up his spine.  But a single glance at Alyssa's pale face revealed her distress.
    "Are you okay, love?"
    "Yeah."  She took an unsteady breath.  "Let me get the bay leaves smoldering before you go in."
    He nodded and closed his eyes, using the time to mentally run through the Latin phrases once so familiar to him. 
    She pulled the baggie from her pocket and crouched down, creating a neat little pile of leaves directly in front of the door.  Then she took out a second bag, filled with what looked like frayed rope bits, and dropped the pieces down onto the leaves.
    M uttering an incantation in a language he had never heard before, she made several circular hand motions towards the room, then flicked the lighter and set the pile on fire. 
    Violet flames erupted, bathing her face in an eerie light.
    She looked up to him from where she crouched.  "Okay.  You can go in now."
    He nodded and helped her to her feet, then pulled her into his chest and sought her lips, desperate and hungry. 
    She returned his kiss , her mouth as fervent as his. 
    Finally they pulled apart from each other, saying wit h