I'd never been particularly superstitious about Friday the 13th and saw no reason to start when it rolled around this September. The bond between the Rasha and the witches had cemented over these past few weeks, confidence was at an all-time high, and Mandelbaum and Sienna had been quiet.

Our idyll was too good to last.

The day started with a barrage of increasingly annoyed texts from Malik. Texting seemed so mundane for the demon, but part of me couldn't wait to get him on ...