Chapter 11
SYLVAN ACCOMPANIED the group back through the hall. They walked slowly, with Johanna and Sylvan supporting Loesie between them. She could walk but wasn’t very steady on her feet. She kept asking how they got here, and no matter how many times Johanna explained, the answer didn’t stick. The voice was Loesie’s, but the accent too cultured to belong to her.
Going up the stairs was a struggle, with Loesie unable to lift her feet far enough, and the effort it required rendered her silent.
Johanna’s eyes met Sylvan’s. “I find it had to believe that your father lets us go so easily.”
“Do you? He is only interested in the magical. He’s not interested in you, just in the demon. He’s wanted to capture a demon for a while.”
“And then do what with it?” She thought about the rusty cage
