Speakin’ Demon… (Journal Entry #57)

Blaire visited again. I was there to see her reunite with her sisters. Her demon guards followed closely behind. They still frightened her, but Blaire wasn’t letting that show.

They frighten me, too. Rall, he’s the taller brother, wanted me to sit with him on the balcony behind the Boltiers’ suite. 

Just to talk, he said. To talk, he promised.

I’m not sure what his definition of talk is, though. 

I almost fell for it, almost went with him. 

I probably would have been his lunch—if Aida hadn’t pulled me aside and told me I had been speaking to him in a demon language known only to the royal family, for a good five minutes. 

I certainly hadn’t realized. 

I’d tried to learn human Spanish my first go-round in college. It hadn’t gone well. Neither had my high school attempts at French and Latin. Apparently, according to the poor instructor who had taught me both at the high school and at Dardanos University and had gotten stuck with me each—I have no ability for foreign languages at all. 

Had my parents not spoken English to us as children, that instructor had said almost spitefully, I would most likely not have learned that language either.

He wasn’t a very nice professor. At least not to me. Especially to me—he’d wince every time my stutter emerged. Which made it come out all the more frequently.

He certainly liked those females of the Jareth and Dardaptos and Lycurgus Houses, though. Probably because they had vestis in the latest, lower-cut fashions. Something we Woalds most definitely do not.

I don’t know why I can speak demon. 

I don’t even realize I am doing it until someone points it out. 

Perhaps it has something to do with the demon blood they used on me in the Healers’ Hall? 

That makes the most sense. Next time I see Iahanna, the sister of my Equa, I will ask her. She’s a wonderful healer—one of the few we Woalds have—and she’ll tell me straight. 

Demon blood has to have left some kind of mark on me, right?

More Sisters than I can count? (Journal Entry #56)

Blaire was gone. She had been taken to the demon world by Kindara, and the other handful of healers Kindara wanted to help her in whatever tasks she was doing in the demon world a week ago. 

Coty and the rest of the Boltier sisters were terrified. It was all that Kellis and I could do to console them. I admit it: I wept for them many times. I could only imagine how I would feel if my sisters and I suddenly found ourselves in the demon world. 

Demons were…utterly terrifying. 

There was another attack. 

I don’t know the details yet.  

The entire hotel was in an uproar. 

I’m not sure what happened, but up here in the land of the forgotten, that’s not all that surprising. 

I’m delving deeper into demon legends. Studying them for Alaun. She wants to do some more realistic novels this year, now that some rumors about demons are starting to trickle through.

Did you know that a gamata bond is ties like a Rajni bond for us, but the demons get to choose who to be involved with? 

I think being allowed to choose one’s own mate would be a very dangerous thing. I know humans do it—but look at how many of them divorce each year. 

I don’t know of any Dardaptoan pair that has divorced. 

I’m making notes now on the Demon King’s official family tree and his advisers. So far it’s Rathanolus (his name is spelled differently in every book I have), Renakletos, Joru, Serimok, Quorok, Lachial, Rallostolos, Akronos, and more than three hundred others. 

Three hundred and eighty-three brothers, and eighty-six or eighty-seven (the book said there was a question of the youngest’s paternity) sisters. Most of them were half siblings, with many different mothers among them.

The Demon King’s father must have been a real dog. 

I can’t imagine it. 

I love each of my sisters so much—how could a demon with that many siblings even know all of their names? 

The demon world kept sounding stranger and stranger.

The Epic of the Three Hells (Journal Entry #55)

I kept flipping until I came to an entry of one paragraph. That was it. One measly paragraph.

“D-dardaptoans. Found in the realm of Gaia, they are descendants of an Evalanedean goddess of mysterious past. Dardaptoan females are exceedingly weak compared to demon females, and most cannot s-stand up to the rigors of mating with demons. It is best to avoid, to prevent damaging such frail beings. It is believed that the Three Queens of the Three Hells are possibly of Dardaptoan origin. Then it references Epic of the Three Hells.”

With some more flipping, I found that listing.

“It’s a ballad.” I handed it to my sister. 

Kellis began to read aloud, her voice soft, beautiful, and lilting. She had a hauntingly beautiful voice. I loved listening to her sing.

I listened closely as she spoke, reading over her shoulder for myself. 

Epic of the Three Hells

Also known as the Story of the Queens…

Great Palos, Beskre, and Phrymos,

Eighteen thousand and one years, 

Three hells these brothers once ruled,

And all creatures small or vast

would go to the hells upon their rest.

To take the Three Hells of the kings for his own,

Adril—the envious, greedy, and uncrowned—

Twin kings Paleos and Phrymos,

Adril locked within the ground.

Eighteen thousand and one years, Beskre,

Their younger brother, searched, relentless and loyal. 

The twins of the hells, Beskre said, will be found.

But eighteen thousand and one, they decreed,

Those Four Fates of whom we rarely tell—

Half sisters of the brother kings—

So envious, spiteful, and cruel,

Declared their honorable half brothers will never rule

Prophecy, declaration of fate, 

Or the product of jealousies, cruelties, and hates

The Fates confined their brothers 

—until they were to meet their mates.

In Relaklonos, land of demons all,

Adril—the Weak and Cruel—

locked them in the ground.

It is in Relaklonos where the kings of hells

Will soon each by their queen be found.

For after eighteen thousand and one.

Their incarceration in earthen graves now done,

The time to find their queens has finally come.

The earth will quake on the first resting place—

First Phrymos, eldest, bravest, and the great king,

Phrymos, the strongest, will rise—to claim his queen.

The queen of the Phrymos demons will be kind.

Young and fair and more than humble,

All will follow this former servant and never once stumble.                                                                   

Next Paleos, younger twin to the first,

From the earth—he will soon burst.

His soul of empathy guides him still.

Yet for his queen, Paleos will gladly

and mercilessly and swiftly kill.

Young and frail and weak, frightened and quite brave

—The great sword of hells this smallest queen with curls possesses.

She will find Paleos buried deeply in a cave,

And it will be the darkest crimes of evil this pair addresses.                                                                   

Last will be he who scoured the earth.

Resolute and loyal to his brothers, all will still say.

This one king who still rules the hells even today, 

He is known only from legend as the Beskre.

His queen is one so soft, and frail,

None know how this queen with golden curls he will meet,

But with her at his side—

kind, fair, almost silent, and sweet—

The king of Beskre demons prevails, 

This third brother who has always ruled the hells.

With their queens joined close,

Their swords they now possess.

And all demon worlds will reunite, 

True seers of their Kinds do foretell,

This is what the ancient bards with stories tell.

It is once the three queens are loved and well

It is the dark sorcerer, you three kings of hell—

Phrymos, Palos, and Beskre, it is Adril,

Who you will once and for all finally quell…

When she was finished reading, we just looked at each other. “H-how are we supposed to know what that means? Explains why that demon liked your h-hair, though. All curly and queen-like.”

“No clue.”

“It was weird.”

“No kidding. And we are the only Dardaptoan females I know who have these stupid curls. Other than some of the Tanisses. If they’ve not met many Dardaptoans, maybe we look magic to them or something.” Kellis shot me a wicked grin. “Who knows, maybe they’d be willing to let us do some research for Alaun? Field research? Find out what it’s like to feed a demon?”

“I’m more i-interested in the legend.” The last thing I would want was to feed a sex demon. Anywhere. “I don’t want my first affair to be with a sex demon.”

“I know what the three hells are. And I know that there are demon Kinds called Phrymos, Paleos, and Beskre. But Adril? Never heard of him. If he’s at war with a bunch of demons, I don’t think I want to.”

“M-me either. Still…this doesn’t explain why they were staring at us like that at all.”

“Maybe it does,” Kellis said slowly. “This line here, queen with golden curls and what it said about Dardaptoans, maybe they just thought one of us was this legendary queen. Here’s another about curls and a smallest queen. Maybe demons don’t have curly hair?”

“Maybe it’s us? D-demon queens. And Alaun is the third…She always has been obsessed with sex demons.”­­

Kellis and I just looked at each other.

Then we burst out laughing, like total loons.

The idea of one of us being legendary queens, well…

We were Woald. The very idea is preposterous. 

Before the night was through we thought we’d figured it out—the males we had met tonight were all part Incubi.

Sex demons had their reputations, after all. We were unattached females. We probably looked like we would make great snacks.

Alaun’s books made that very clear.

Wouldn’t it be ironic if Alaun’s own sisters fed demons? Fun to think about, but it was never going to happen.

What is with all the demons? (Journal Entry #54)

”What kind of demons were they?” I asked Kellis long after I had left Blaire and Coty in their own suite. Kellis had declared that she was going to stay with me tonight since the demons were staying to help Kindara with something. Kellis didn’t want me alone in the hotel—with demons. I didn’t argue. I wasn’t exactly ready to be alone in a hotel with demonic guests, either. “The one…he just kept staring.”

“They are at least part Incubi. I don’t know that much about demons. Definitely not as much as Alaun or you do, for that matter.”

“I have a book in my room. About the different types of demons. M-maybe we can find him.” 

Rall, the taller brother had given Blaire the right amount of attention—but he had kept looking at me and Kellis. Intently. Enough that I had wanted to run and hide before he made a snack out of me.

“He looked fascinated,” Kellis said bluntly. “And he looked fascinating. Let’s admit it: he was a sex demon. That carries with it very real stereotypes. Probably for very good reason. If he wasn’t a demon capable of eating us, I wouldn’t have minded taking him around the hotel. Or spending all my savings on a little private room just for the two of us. Just to see what would happen.”

“You have always been a bit weird.” I may be joking with my sister, but I hadn’t missed the male’s expression. And I hadn’t mistaken the way his brother had almost reached out and touched Kellis’s long, curly blond hair when he had thought no one was looking. She wore it in a ponytail most days, but it was obvious that it was very curly. Just as curly as mine.

But my sister was right. They had been gorgeous males—no matter what Kind they actually were. “We know the one is a Beskre.” 

“So let’s get out that book of yours. Find out just what kind of demon that is.”

It took us a few minutes to find him, but there he was. Described in full detail, with several example illustrations. Even the tattoos matched those on the male warrior. “Kellis, I think this illustration is actually him. I wonder how old he is?”

“I heard Kindara say her demon king is well over eleven thousand. This one could be just as old. Look, here is a painting of ‘Rallostolos Malickus’. But no age is listed. It does say he’s half Beskre, and he’s the king.” 

(I’m not the artist in the family, but I sketched out a rough pic of this demon for you!)

I looked at where my sister pointed. Then I read aloud: 

A Beskre warrior is fierce. Descended from one of the six most ancient of demon Kinds, the Beskre are fierce warriors, great scholars, and extremely protective of females. More so than any of the other demon Kinds. They make excellent guards and protectors, both for their fierceness and for their gentleness with females and spawn. The Beskre brother who created the Beskre Kind still is rumored to rule the Three Hells even to this day. Beskre is very loyal to his brothers, and understands the bonds of family greatly. Cross-reference: See the Legend of the Three Queens and…Gaian Dardaptoans.

At the last, I looked at my sister. “Huh?”

“Well, let’s look and see what demons have to say about Dardaptoans. I bet they like to eat us. Nom, nom, nom.” 

Kellis has always been a bit weird.

I was already flipping through the book.

Demons, demons, and more demons. (Journal Entry #53)

He kept looking between me and my sister. He looked almost confused—or like he recognized us. Finally, his expression cleared. Then, he dropped into an odd bow—first to me, and then to Kellis. 

I shared a look with my sister. 

This is a demon, and a very powerful, royal one—why would he be giving us the most profound gesture of respect?

Kellis shifted in front of me, just as I shifted in front of my human friends. Protective, of course.

Kindara was watching him, an odd look on her own face. But she said nothing.

It was the demon king who spoke. “My brothers have volunteered to guard. We just need to pick the ones who make you the most comfortable, Blaire.”

“It’s entirely up to me?” Blaire asked, almost whispering. I could feel her terror. Coty’s, too.

I wrapped my hand around Blaire’s. So young to be so frightened. If it was Julea…

My younger sister was quiet and shy and timid. She wouldn’t be able to face demons like this very well, either. I stepped closer to my new friend, just to let her know that I was there for her. No matter what.

I listened as Blaire interviewed the demons. When she was finished, there were two demon males left who I suspected would be perfect to guard a human in the demon world. Rall, and a fierce-looking demon who had told them he was a Beskre warrior. 

He’d said it so proudly.

Not that I knew what that meant.

His name was Akronos.

Rall and Akronos would be assigned to guard Blaire during her waking hours. When she slept, the demon forces controlled by Renekletos, the first brother of the demon king, would guard her. 

She wouldn’t be completely risk-free, but it was as safe as anywhere else, I think.

Of course…my cousin Bronwen had been carried off by a demon king from another region—right out of the Demon High King’s castle. 

Not exactly reassuring.

Coty wanted to go with her sister. After the demons and Kindara left, Coty and Blaire argued. Coty wanted to protect her sister—but Blaire wanted her sister protected. 

Blaire got her own way by pointing out that the rest of their sisters would need Coty more.

I totally understood that. I wouldn’t want my sisters accompanying me to the demon lands. The mere idea is enough to terrify any sane female with sisters, after all.

Demon Princes are everywhere! (Journal Entry #52)

Blaire was just as nervous as I was. Coty had insisted on going with us. No surprise there. But Kellis was also there. She’d shown up this morning to visit with me—and with Grayce, who she had seriously seemed to have adopted—and heard what was happening. 

The four of us were a united front, although except for my sister, none of us were exactly good at protecting ourselves. 

As the first of the demon brothers came in I started shaking. They were huge. Just as big, if not bigger than the more average-size Dardaptoans.

We all know that not every Dardaptoan male is a warrior. Some Dardaptoan males are just bigger and stronger. 

Well, apparently some demons are just as big, just as strong, just as muscled. Kindara was there, her demon king next to her. He is the sexiest male I had ever seen. His brothers were equally as gorgeous. But they were extremely terrifying. 

Kellis stepped forward, putting herself between the rest of us and the demons. 

I certainly hadn’t forgotten why we had been exiled to the sixth floor of the hells. But…these demons didn’t look like the ones who had attacked me. There was one who had a slight orange cast to his skin, with dark-black hair and yellow eyes. He was strong and fit, and terrifying. 

He studied me just as much as I studied him. 

There were others who watched us. 

Kindara stepped forward. She held out her hands to Blaire. “Don’t be frightened. Any of you. Rathan’s brothers have made vows to protect the Dardaptoans.”

“Well, I’m not Dardaptoan,” Blaire said wryly. “Where does that leave me?”

Coty stepped closer to put her hand on her sister’s shoulder. “Where does that leave us? I’m not letting you do this alone.”

There was approval in the yellow eyes staring at her. The demon bowed to us. “I am Rall. Fifteenth brother of the king. It will be my honor to protect one who serves my new next-sister in her quest.”

I stepped closer. Close enough to whisper to Blaire that I sensed the demon meant it. She looked at me out of fear-filled green eyes. I just nodded. “I-it will be ok.”

The demon jerked as soon as I spoke. And then he was looking at me, surprise on his beautiful face. 

I just stared at him, unsure what I had done wrong.

Let’s just send a human…to the demon world?! (Journal Entry #51)

Coty had been right. Kindara did have something planned for Blaire. I’m not entirely certain of the details, but apparently Blaire has the unique gift of being able to pick up a foreign language within hours of hearing it. Someone said she’d spoken Dardaptoan after less than ten minutes in the room with Cormac Jareth. 

Apparently, Kindara is having a bit of difficulty in the demon realm with the communication aspect. Seems the great healer isn’t so great at everything she tries. 

She wants Blaire to work with her as her personal assistant in the demon world. The actual, honest-to-goodness demon world. 

Well, Coty and Aida and the rest of her sisters are completely against that idea. 

Considering that demons want to kill all of them, too. They think that the demon world will be too dangerous for them.

But Blaire…

Blaire says she wants to do it. She wants to make amends, I think, for whatever evil her father committed. 

At least that’s how I interpreted what she was feeling when I told her goodbye yesterday. 

She told me herself she wants to fill useful again. Like she matters.

Instead of like she’s been forgotten on the top floor of the hotel. Kindara has promised that Blaire will be well guarded. Ironically enough by two demon males. The demon king’s brothers. 

Blaire has asked to meet them first. She told me that she didn’t want to be guarded by males who scared her. That she needed to feel safe with them. 

Blaire wants to feel safe most of all. 

She’s one of the most hurting of Coty’s sisters, I think. From what I’ve figured out from context given by the different sisters, the three elder sisters would be the ones to deliberately draw their father’s ire. 

So that he’d leave the four younger girls alone. 

I understand that. I will do anything to protect my own sisters. Why should human females be any different?

Blaire has asked me to be there when she meets these demon protectors. 

I’m a bit…um…terrified.

I’ll admit it: in my limited experience, demons haven’t exactly been all that safe for me to be around. How do we know this isn’t some sort of trap?

Maybe Kindara traded Blaire to the demons as payment for her father’s sins? I mean, I don’t think that is something that would happen, but I think there was a story element that was similar to that in one of Alaun’s books.

Fiction, probably. But I’m not entirely certain where my sister got the idea. Maybe…it could happen?

Of course, I’m being ridiculous. Probably too much time stuck in the hotel with nothing but video-recorded classes and books to occupy my time. 

I’m getting loopy. 

Tomorrow…tomorrow we are meeting the demons who are supposed to protect Blaire. 

I’m trying not to freak out. What does one wear when meeting demons? Especially since demons have put a fifty-thousand-dollar price on your head? 

NOTE FROM CJ: Jume is referencing events that take place in Captured by the Hunter and Bound to the Demon. Both are now Available HERE!

Sometimes, I just feel things… (Journal Entry #50)

Destiny is our own. I heard that recently. 

I don’t believe it for one moment. I mean, Faith was attacked by demons yesterday. She was walking back from the company cafeteria with one of the young healers who was assigned to help with the study of demon medical knowledge, when the two of them were attacked by four demons.

I’m not supposed to know this. But Coty was so upset when I knocked on her door that I knew something had to have happened. Faith was hurt, a few scratches and bruises, but the healer who had been with her was horribly injured. 

They’ve given her the same demon concoction they gave me, and Faith said she’s getting better. She’s found her male, the healer has, and that undoubtedly helps. 

She’ll be ok. 

Coty said she saved Faith’s life and didn’t even hesitate. Of course she wouldn’t. She’s a Dardaptoan healer, after all. They will fight to the death to defend someone. Everyone knows that.

Except for Coty and her sisters. 

We chose to stay in the suite this time. Blaire was in there, and that poor female. She was extremely freaked out by what was happening.

And she felt a great deal of guilt. Coty had explained it to me. 

Blaire always felt she was to blame for what happened to the younger girls. It was a leftover from her childhood when their father would deliberately target one of the younger four sisters whenever Blaire had displeased him. Because he knew how much it hurt Blaire. 

I couldn’t help myself. The girl was hurting so strongly, I wrapped her in my arms the way I used to do Julea. “It will be ok. I promise. You did not cause this. It is the Goddess and the Four Fates at work.”

Then I had to tell them the legend of the goddess. And what I knew of the Four Fates. 

They had, of course, never heard these stories. I went into more depth, telling them the legends of the Woald family as well. 

felt like they were family somehow. Or they will be someday. 

You know how it is with Dardaptoans; how that familial bonds feel and grow over time. 

I feel that for the Boltier sisters. I don’t know if it’s our current situation, or if it’s something else. But I feel it. 

Blaire collapsed on my shoulder, just shaking. She never cried. Just shook against me. I did what I could to take her pain into my own heart, to lessen her grief somewhat. 

I’m not sure if I succeeded. 

When she finally pulled back, Coty was there with a mug of hot tea. “It’s not your fault we’re stuck here, Blaire. We’ve told you that. It’s his. And his alone. We’re just victims. We’ve been victims our whole lives.”

“But you don’t have to be victims forever,” I said gently. “We don’t know what the goddess has in store for each of us, whether Dardaptoan or not. This is just a season of your life now. And you have people who care about you here. I know that.”

She nodded. “I know. I just…I feel…

That was the word. Feel. 

Sometimes those of us with that little extra something don’t know how to put it into words. Feeling and knowing aren’t exactly the same thing as seeing. We’re not prognosticators. 

But we just sense some things at times. I do. I tend to sense feelings. Emotions. 

Empathy, my mother had always called it. Ambrea is the seer. She knows what will happen in the future. Riv gets premonitions, or feelings of danger or doom or rightness. 

I suspect some of the Boltiers have similar gifts. 

NOTE FROM CJ: Jume is referencing the short story “”…

I am the teacher now! (Journal Entry #49)

Every day after work and before I watch my class videos now, I spend at least two or three hours with Coty and her sisters. Aida now works with Joselyn and Aida’s former supervisor Anna McGregor. She is in Dardanos now. Something happened to her, but no one is talking about what it actually was. 

From what I have seen, she spends most of her time with Joselyn’s father, Joselyn, and Aida. Aida’s been sworn to secrecy on whatever project it is. Faith, too. 

Aida is no longer in the suite with us each day, now, either. It’s down to Blaire, Coty, Einsley, and Grayce. 

They are all so full of questions. Some that I have to research of the evenings before I can answer. 

None of them feel they are fully human, and after having been close to them for a while now, I can agree. They don’t feel entirely human. Not at all. 

I told them that. 

They just looked at me like I knew a dark secret. Then they told me about them. About how half of them just felt things, too. Coty knew when danger was coming. Blaire could feel how people felt. Just like me. 

I told her that; she was the first person of any Kind that I told that. 

I haven’t even told my sisters. Though I suspect Kellis knows. I think Kellis probably has the same gift, and it terrifies her.

Kellis is a ball of anxiety ninety percent of the time after all. 

For the first time since the first demon attack, and since Mak left, I am starting to feel happy again. (Even though I am probably defying like fifteen different rulings of Theo, Aodhan, and Dahr Rydere by being with them!)

I know we have been spotted together in the hotel. Especially Coty and I. Grayce and Einsley tend to stay in their suite and basically not come out. Too frightened. 

That’s another one of my goals. I don’t want them to be afraid to leave the safety of their suite. 

Coty has told me quite a bit about them all. About how their father treated them. Abused them. It’s no wonder they all seven greet life with a big dose of fear. The one male in all of the worlds who should have protected them didn’t. In fact, he targeted them. 

I just can’t understand that. 

Each day I spend with them, my determination just deepens.

They need an advocate in this world, and if those who should be taking care of them won’t step up to do it, then I will. 

Someone has to.

“So what about you?” Coty asked me as we shared a vegan human pizza in the small pizzeria. It was a lot more affordable in the human restaurants than it was in the Dardaptoan. Coty had nagged me to try it. I told her that I couldn’t do anything that came from actual animal meat. 

The mere thought…abhorant. We settled on a pineapple and mushroom. I will admit it was very, very good human pizza. Not as good as Dardaptoan, but still…very nice.

As we were eating, and discussing how much we were enjoying even this small bit of freedom, something completely odd occurred to me.

Do they have pizza in the demon world? 

I hope I am never even close to finding out!

Grayce is Kierce’s Mate! (Journal Entry #48)

The Boltier sisters are like the human versions of my own family. It made me homesick and it helped me not feel so alone. Aida and Blaire were a lot like Coty. Hurting and afraid for their younger sisters so much. Drew was extremely snarky, once she opened up. She liked to crack jokes at Theo’s expense.

Jokes that I understood very well. She reminded me of Riv. 

Einsley, Faith and Grayce were just quiet young females stuck in a world they most certainly did not understand. Faith was enjoying her new position with the Jareth Equa though.

But it’s Grayce who is the most confused. She’s only twenty-one. Her twenty-second birthday is still a few weeks away. That’s when, if she was Dardaptoan, she would become a legal adult in our society. 

She was terrified of that day. I could feel that, too. 

Mostly because of Kierce. 

Kellis’s former lover has made it known to everyone that Grayce is his female. Once she becomes of age, he’s probably going to turn a bit…relentless.

It explains why I saw Kierce floating around the hallways every time I left my room. He wasn’t there to look for Kellis; he was watching over his female. 

Kellis had made it clear she wanted him to leave the girl alone, too. Not because she was jealous or anything—but I think Kellis feels protective over her, too.

It’s hard not to.

No one was really giving her much choice. It was just assumed that because he was her male, as soon as she turned of age, she’d leave her sisters behind and just…go with him. 

She’d have to be converted into Dardaptoan, too. And from what the rumors have been, that is an extremely painful process. And not even guaranteed to work.

She and Kierce could both die. 

I wouldn’t want to do it. Not at her age. Even if I was feeling the strange ties between me and my male that I have no doubt she will start to have soon. 

Kellis has very definite opinions on the subject. She wants Kierce to give Grayce far more time than he was probably planning to. But he says that because demons are after her, he wants her Dardaptoan as fast as possible.

It’s safer for her that way.

Which I also agree with. But…what about her sisters? I wouldn’t want to leave mine behind, to face horrific threats like demons by themselves. I couldn’t.

I’d die to protect any of my sisters. I have no doubt that Grayce feels the same.