Jamie stepped into Lucius's office, her boots echoing against the stone floor.
The air inside was heavy, filled with the faint scent of burning incense and parchment, and to her irritation, Belphegor was already there, lounging lazily by the window as if the space belonged to him.
"I found her…that demon was watching the settlement. She was after someone. I stopped her, but she slipped away. I don't know how long before she tries again."
Jamie reported, voice steady but edged with exhaustion. Lucius glanced up from the documents spread across his desk. His expression was calm, but his gaze lingered on her bruised shoulder, the blood soaking through the torn fabric of her jacket.
"You need to rest, Jamie. Send someone else to patrol. Make sure they know the signal to raise the alarm if things get dangerous."
He said.
Jamie's brows furrowed.
"Lucius, it won't be safe. She's not going to stop. If she pushes through the barrier again—"
He cut her off with a sharp look.
