From a demon. Super.
Alone.
I tilt my head. “What?”
The word is spelled out again. Then again.
Alone.
Alone.
“I am alone. What are you trying to say?”
The planchette jerks around the board, slower now.
No help.
I shake my head. “I don’t understand.”
The board shakes and I pull back slightly.
“Sorry. I don’t know what you’re saying.”
Staring at the board, I watch as it moves to each letter, spelling out almost a sentence.
I help. No one else.
Oh. He means Mercy, Talon, and Wilder. He doesn’t want them here.
“You can’t stay here, Dad. You have to go back to where you should be. Wilder is going to help you get there.”
No.
No.
No.
A shiver rattles my body as the room turns so cold I can see my breath.
“I have to go now.”
And that’s when I realize I have no idea how to end a session. I didn’t see what Mercy and Talon did, but a memory comesback to me from the guy at the shop. Say goodbye, move the planchette to the word goodbye on the board, then remove the planchette and all hands from the board.
“Thanks for talking to me, Dad. Goodbye.”
I try to move the planchette, but it feels stuck, as if it’s resisting me.
“Dad, really, I have to go.”
I try again, finally forcing the planchette to the word on the board, but I’m tossed backward as the board rises off the floor, flying across the room and smacking into a wall.
I’m on my feet in seconds, grabbing the burning candle and hightailing it out of the room. I make it down the stairs before I pull my phone from my pocket and, with shaky fingers, dial Talon.
“Hello?”
“Talon, it’s Keagan.”
“What’s wrong?”
