Dulce got out of bed well past mid-morning; he wanted to pay a brief visit to the witch Moira, any later, and she would likely be long gone to the western magical institution in Enysworth.
The leisure room was still being remodeled, and it would be done by the end of the day, the workmanship hastened to avoid the hassle of a spring rain.
Not caring to check where the Demons might be, Dulce left the cottage. There was a cool breeze blowing through his hair, his unbuttoned collar revealing the red-purple bruises that stained the skin of his neck.
"You might as well let me take you." Asael's dry voice came from behind him just as he was about to set off.
Dulce looked over his shoulder at the Shadow Demon, his gaze cool. Without a word, he left in a blur of gold and black, going out of sight in an instant. He was startled to see the Demon waiting for him at the entrance to Magic Alley when he slowed to a stop.
