Page 70 of My Demon Neighbor
"Let's hope so."
"The book also has leather binding, a dark brown front with a wicked-looking star on it, and may or may not have pages made from human skin," Xin said, making me look up in shock.
"What? How could you possibly know that?"
"They took pictures," they said, waving a phone at me.
Maximus and I hurried over to them, peering at the screen over each of their shoulders.
"It looks like she sent the pictures to someone to authenticate it or try to find out how old it was, which is lucky for us because maybe Harlan or Wren could figure out what these spells do," Maximus mused as we stared at the jumble of symbols, Latin words, and macabre drawings.
While I hadn't met them yet, I knew Harlan and Wren were both warlocks in their human lives and two of the few Otherworlders who'd somehow retained their human-world powers.
"I'll take this to them," Maximus said as Xin handed over the phone, then gave us a nod. "You can both leave now. We'll probably call a meeting once we know what was in the book. Stay safe, until then."
I nodded, taking a step back, eager to head home.
"And Pythor?"
"Yeah?" I asked, trying to tamp down my impatience.
Maximus smiled. "Congratulations on finding your mate."
"Thank you," I murmured, and he gave me a nod before heading over to Malik, who was talking to one of the soul collectors.
Bidding Xin goodbye—they planned to head home directly—I released a breath, and went home.
