Eleonore’s POV
“And this,” he pulled out a piece of paper, and I recognized the pattern on it immediately. “This is the message it had on it. I have no idea what it says, but I can… I can feel it. I can feel the evil radiating from it, and I’m—”
My eyes shot up, wide and concerned, as his voice broke.
“And I’m afraid.” His last words were a whisper, a plea, maybe, to someone—some thing, to help. Was it me? Was he looking at me?
“Eleonore when we were inside of that space with the demon, I could feel all of the evil radiating around me. I don’t know if it’s because of my gift as a demon hunter, but it felt so… wrong to be there. Didn’t you feel it?”