It was a vine, which now bound my ankle. Great, that hadn't been the illusionist who had imprisoned Rafael during the Ba'al showdown.

I gathered all my fury and let it show in my eyes. The blood red dagger that casually appeared in my hand didn't hurt either. "Asherah isn't coming back. Should I get even the faintest hint that you're pulling this shit again, I'll - "

"What? Rip our magic away?"

The vine burned hotter against my leg and I hissed, sorely tempted. ...