On the other side of the shop, Lumia warped through the shadows, bypassing Spectra and appeared in the counter where Velm was hiding.
Velm scrambled backward, tripping over debris, his hands raised in desperate supplication.
"Please—I don't know anything—"
"You know who bought it," Lumia said. "You know where it's going. And you're going to tell me."
She reached for him, but a tendril of crimson caught her wrist.
Lumia stopped and turned.
Spectra stood ten feet away, glaring at her. She almost seemed bored, detached from this battle, as though she would rather be elsewhere.
"You," Spectra said, "are in my way."
Lumia's eyes narrowed. "Demoness? You are the one in my way."
Spectra's lips curved. "Perhaps you are right. Something insignificant such as you could never truly stand in my way."
She flicked her wrist.
