"I always liked this spot. It reminds me of home."

Cole took in the impressive view. They stood silently, enjoying being together.

"So where have you been?" Cole asked, breaking the silence.

"Sleeping."

"Sleeping? For three weeks? Your 'naps' are getting longer and longer."

"Between the ritual, torturing Frank, and the memory transfer, I was sapped of most of my magical power."

He had not thought about that. Magic is not free and easy. It cannot work without a price, even for a demon.

"About the other night -- I'm sorry for what I said to you. I didn't-"

"There's no need to apologize," she interrupted, putting her index finger...