Although Desmond was the one in the basement, my heart was pounding like I was the one who had gone there to investigate the noise. My eyes were glued to the basement door, and the uneasiness was getting to me. I shifted my weight from one foot to another, incessantly tugging my sleeve. Some time had elapsed, and Desmond was still inside. My incubus had always worked fast and with so much confidence in his abilities that he was sneering the first time he saved me from a demon in the ...