“Oh shit,” Frederica muttered. “So I was half right.”
“Maybe ten percent, fifteen if we’re being generous,” Marcus said, and started pacing up and down the hall. “But it does make sense. The Hunter must have been a demon hunter, only he died before he could do whatever he needed to do to destroy the Beast permanently. It must have been trapped in its body, waiting all these centuries for someone to dig it up and release it.”
“This is really bad,” Frederica said. “The Beast was a mass murderer. If it gains control of Norman’s body, there’s no telling how many people it could hurt.”
“Did Professor MacNeil have any ideas how to stop it?” Marcus asked.
“She said she’d start preparing an exorcism,” Frederica replied. “She wants us to lie low until she’s ready.”
“Good thinking,” Marcus said. “We wouldn’t want to tip the demon off to what we’re planning.”
“Yeah,” Frederica said, staring down at her feet. “About that….”
Marcus stopped in his tracks, turning back to Frederica.
“What did you do?” he asked.
“Nothing!” she replied. “I was just watching. But somehow he knew I was there, even though I was invisible.” She reached into her pocket and handed Marcus the note. “He left this for me just before I lost track of him.”
“You need to be more careful,” he said. “He could’ve killed you.”
“I mean, he could’ve tried,” she said.
“Don’t get cocky,” Marcus said. “Besides, there’s more than just your life on the line here.”
“Trust me, I’m aware of that,” she said. “This isn’t just some game to me.”
“Good,” Marcus replied, “because Norman….”
He trailed off, staring past Frederica like a deer in headlights. She glanced back. Cyrus stood behind her, arms crossed.
“Please, do go on,” he said.