“We’re going to Chicago,” Twitch said. Tears leaked from her yellow eyes and streamed onto the bathroom porcelain. “Eddie knows a hoodoo woman there, and we’re going to contact the Infernal powers and make a deal.”
“The guitar player. He sold his soul and he wants it back.”
“And what does Jim want?”
Twitch sobbed openly now. “He wants to be… to be left alone, I think.”
“And you want back?” Jane nodded at the foam-covered mirror. “Somehow, you can strike a bargain with Azazel that will let you back into the Mirror Palace.”
Twitch nodded and shuddered. “I need his forgiveness,” she wept.
Jane shook herself mentally; enough games. Time to take quick action. “Do you know who I am?” she prompted the creature.
“You’re the Marked Woman,” Twitch nodded. “You’re Cain.”
Jane raised the iron knife to plunge it into the fairy’s body.
Bam! Bam! Bam! came a hammering at the boor.
“Twitch?” called a man’s voice.