The Book of Levi: formerly published as the Kindle Vella Demon Accords Beginnings (The Demon Accords) by John Conroe

Author:John Conroe [Conroe, John]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2022-07-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

The bell over my shop door jingled almost as soon as I ducked back into my tiny office for an order invoice.

“Be right with you,” I called out.

“Take yer time,” came back in a familiar brogue.

I dropped my paperwork and popped back out. “Ashling? What’s up?” I asked.

She paused to look around the shop for other people and I studied her for a moment while she did. She was wearing a brown leather jacket I hadn’t seen on her before, but was clearly used and well broken in. She wore jeans and the pair of hiking boots that usually only came out when she was in the fields or woods behind Rowan West. A small black leather bag was slung over one shoulder, larger than her normal purse yet slightly smaller than Declan’s messenger bag. In fact, it reminded me greatly of his bag.

“Nobody here,” I said. “Just us.”

“Good. I’ve a favor to ask of ye,” she said, her tone and demeanor super serious.

“Of course. Anything,” I said.

“Do ye mean it? Anything?”

“Pretty much. Perhaps a few things that might give me pause,” I said carefully.

“Good. Should I disappear or should something happen to me I need to know ye’ll be there for me boy.”

“Of course. Always,” I said, without reservation but with a sudden fear. “Why?”

“I’ve a task to complete, ye see. He can’t know of it, and I hope to be done before school is out.”

“And it’s dangerous,” I said.

“Aye. Mari’s fault ye see,” she said with a little smile. “She noticed something odd the other night at the Igby house. Something both the boy and I missed. It was right on the porch see, tucked just under the front window,” she said, reaching into her bag and pulling out a silk wrapped bundle. She opened it, revealing a little cloth bag that may have been made from a white sheet and a thumb tack.

“I won’t open it but ye should at least see it.”

“What is it?”

“I call it a fetich,” she said. “It’s linked to the thing we dispelled. It means that not only was the thing summoned, but it was given a focal point to target it,” she said, holding up the innocuous pouch to make her point.

“That seems… advanced,” I said, feeling a chill on the back of my neck.

“Aye. It be Craft. Yer Mari noticed it and showed me before we left. I went back and collected it yesterday. Then I used it to track down its makers.”

“Craft? There are other witches?”

“Exactly,” she said. “A pair. They live in a trailer eleven miles past the Igby house.”

“And I’m guessing they’re not good witches.”

“They’re dabblers in death magics. Likely low powered witches seeking a boost. They called that thing for a source of power.”

“Why? I mean what is their goal?” I asked.

“Goal – their goal is more power – fer the sake of power,” she said, frowning at me. Then she shook her head. “Yer a man, a trained soldier, confident in yer skills so it may be hard to understand.

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