Chapter 8

“That’s all we have,” Kellan concluded before spooning another bite of cake into his mouth. “Darwin and I have handled several supernatural cases over the years, but there’s been zero deaths directly caused by a spirit. This is a first for us.”

Endymion replaced the spoon onto the plate right next to the half-eaten cake before sitting up straight and staring at the men one after the other. “What has Magdalene told you about me?”

Darwin put both palms flat on the table before answering. “The only thing we know about you is that you’re an exorcist.”

Endymion expelled a soft breath through his mouth. “I see. I never actually label myself as an exorcist. My ability is so much more complicated than that.”

“Ability?” Kellan repeated while tapping his right index finger on the table top. “Like magic?”

“I have sporadic, uncontrollable visions of the future. I can’t force a vision. I can also see, hear, converse, and touch things in the spiritual realm. Among a few other things.”