"No. It's not possible." I shook it. There had to be magic on it. I reapplied the vine pattern. "Galah," I said more forcefully.

The same cycling. The same lack of a result. I smacked the floor.

"No magic." I couldn't tell if Rohan sounded relieved or disappointed.

"This demon didn't just sit there and let the Brotherhood mount a two-foot spine on it, then happily bound off to do their bidding. If the spine wasn't the binding agent, then something else was." I ...