Enya shook his hand. “Likewise.”
“Did Wes talk you into a tour of the lab?”
“Actually, no. I’m here of my own free will,” she joked.
“Okay, that’s what I like to hear. I guess you need a spell or something. How can I help?”
“Actually,” Wes interjected, “she needs both our help. We’ve gotta figure out if there’s a way of turning a demon back into what he was born as.”
Charles stared at her. “What the hell for? Just kill the damn bastards.”
“I can’t kill him,” Enya said. “He’s the son of one of our council members.” And I love him. But that part wasn’t relevant.
“You mean he was a Stealth Guardian and turned bad? Wow!”
“Worse,” Enya said. “He doesn’t remember that he was once a Stealth Guardian. He was kidnapped by the demons when he wasn’t even a year old.”
Charles ran a hand through his hair and blew out a breath. Then he looked at Wesley. “Guess it’s time to hit the books. Let’s divide and conquer.”
“Agreed,” Wes said. Then he looked at Enya. “This may take a while. Wanna go back up to the lounge while we work?”
She shook her head. “I’ll stay here. Maybe I can help.”
“All right, then,” Wes said. “Let’s get started.”