“I’m awake. And I know I can save him. I can give Cinead his son back. I’ll find a way.”
“There is no way,” Manus replied. “Once a demon, always a demon.”
“Yeah,” Pearce added. “You can’t just say sim-sala-bim, touch him with a wand, and suddenly he’s a Stealth Guardian again. Doesn’t work that way.”
Enya spun her head to stare at Pearce. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me.”
Yes, she did. “A spell,” she murmured to herself, and remembered the morning just before she was kidnapped. In the shower, she’d thought about who to talk to about a cure for Zoltan.
Kim, who was standing closest to her, said, “You think a witch can turn Zoltan into a Stealth Guardian?”
Enya met Kim’s eyes. “Not just any witch.” She turned toward the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Hamish called after her.
She looked over her shoulder. “To get help.”
“You’re not leaving!” Hamish said.
“I do what I damn well please.” She marched toward the door.
“Let her go, Hamish,” Pearce said. “It’s no use…”
Enya passed through the door into the hallway and quickly typed a message on her phone, then sent it to Zoltan, telling him to stay put and wait for her to contact him again. The moment he replied in the affirmative, she switched off her phone and headed for the portal.