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I really hoped Diriel could and would help us… I mentally prepared myself for what was coming. I would be brave, not take no for an answer, and we would get Tori back.

Before I summoned Diriel though, I thought maybe a nice breakfast would be good. I couldn't even remember the last time I ate, and as long as we were offered a complimentary breakfast, I was going to take advantage of it.

Aunt Lauren must have already headed down, because there was no sign of her anywhere in our room. I brushed my teeth and splashed some water on my face. I would have liked to take a shower but I was really hungry and my stomach told me that there just wasn't enough time for that. I put on deodorant and got ready to go over to the main lobby for breakfast. The hotel we were at was a small one, it would probably be more accurate to call it a motel, but the sign insisted it was a hotel. It had one story and was brightly lit. It seemed pretty plain, but it was a pleasant place. Everything was painted white, but the comforters on the beds and the lamp shades and towels were all green. There were paintings hanging on the walls to make it look modern, but it lacked a T.V. so there wasn't much to do. Not that that had been much of a problem for me lately.

It was nice here, no roaches crawling around at least, and no murderous sorcerers spell locking the doors, I thought glumly remembering Andrew, and the fate that had befallen him. He didn't deserve it. Yeah, he had done pretty bad things, with having Liam and Ramon go after Derek and trying to keep Simon and Derek from their dad, but he had truly thought it was for the greater good and he hadn't deserved to die.

I wondered what he would say if I had a chance to talk to him again. Would he say sorry, or did he believe that he had done the right thing all the way to the end? I could summon him, I thought, even if it was only for a second. It would be better just to leave him to his afterlife. But he could tell us more about Margaret and Russell.

No Chloe, you're just trying to justify your own curiosity.

It was true. I doubted Margaret, much less Russell was a threat to any of us anymore. She had wanted a payoff, and when she got it she lost interest. She was worried about me though. She thought that I was a threat to the secrecy of our world. I wondered what she would do to protect that secrecy.

No, I decided I didn't need to worry about her anymore. If I found out she was causing trouble, then I would think about it then, because now I had more pressing matters to attend to. Like finding my friend.

It was true, I had begun to think of Tori as my friend, she had helped me numerous times and our bond had grown on its own. It sucked that just as soon as we had gotten close, she had been torn away from me.

While I had been thinking about all of this I had been getting undressed, and as soon as I was, I realized that I didn't have any other clothes to change into. I had been wearing these clothes for going on two weeks. When we got to the store, I was definitely going to see if I could pick something up.

I got redressed and left my room after grabbing the card key and went over to the boys' room, I knocked on the unadorned white door and no one answered. Just as I turned to leave, the door opened and there stood Simon.

"Sorry Chlo, I was testing my blood sugar," he came out and closed the door behind him pocketing his door key as he went, "the others already went down to eat breakfast, but I was sleeping in like you." He smiled his most Simony smile, the one that made him look like a little boy on Christmas morning.

I ruffled his hair as we walked, "With an All You Can Eat Buffet, no wonder Derek didn't wait for us. He's got to be hungrier than me, and that's saying something." We both laughed.

"Yeah right Chloe, I doubt you eat anything. That's how you stay so small."

"I may be small, but I could clobber you."

"Hey now, that's one bet I won't be taking." He laughed some more and we walked in silence the rest of the way.

When we got to the main building, he opened the door for me, and the smell of baked goods that wafted out made my stomach grumble. When I saw Derek's plate of food I laughed out loud. He had already been here for awhile, and what must have been at least his third or fourth plate was piled high. The desk manager was eying him unhappily. He looked up at me when he heard the door open and he smiled.

Having his father around must have been taking its toll because he looked great. He looked happy and worry-free and it was amazing to see him like this.

Also, since he began changing, the puberty smack down, as Rae and I used to call it, had really let up. His skin was clear and his hair didn't look dull or greasy. Also, as I'm sure he also had noticed, he wasn't having any problems with his body odor anymore.

I didn't think he would really notice his skin clearing up or his hair, because it wouldn't be important to him, but I knew how self conscious he was about taking a shower all the time and having deodorant. He needed it though, otherwise you could smell him by the end of the day. It wasn't his fault, that was just what his body had made him go through. Like how mine decided not to start puberty until I turned 15.

When that lovely thought flitted through my head, I remembered last night, and all its embarrassment, but I decided to ignore it. What else was I going to do? Talk about it? Sorry that I started my period last night honey I know it's gross but I didn't have any choice. He knew that, so we were just going to pretend it never happened. That was the plan.

I went to the long table full of food and grabbed two biscuits, one banana, a couple slices of an apple, a donut, and a strawberry strudel. I was excited for a real breakfast.

I left Simon, who was staring wide eyed at the food, to go sit by Derek. When I sat down he eyed my food with his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, because I'm the one with too much food here," I mocked him and made a show of showing how much higher his stack of food was than mine. "And I'll bet that's your third plate at least."

"Well I've also got about a hundred pounds on you and I'm more than a foot taller," he said while buttering a biscuit of his own.

"Are you trying to make me feel self conscious?" I widened my eyes, "I didn't think I needed to lose any weight, but if you think this isn't good for me." I pushed the plate away and grabbed only the banana. He looked at me for a second to verify I was just being sarcastic and then raised his biscuit to his mouth. I grabbed it from his hands, "On second thought, I don't think another biscuit will hurt." I took a huge bite of it, chewed and swallowed, then I smiled up at him. He beamed back and lowered his face to the top of my head and kissed it. I breathed him in.

Aunt Lauren and Andrew walked over from the table they were at and sat down. Neither of them looked very pleased, but at the same time they didn't look angry. Just uncomfortable, and maybe a little unsure that they were doing the right thing.

A big thing that I was worried about was that the demon was going to come with Diriel. Naturally I wasn't going to voice my fears, but it was still there nagging at me. Simon walked over with a plate of food.

Kit began the conversation by looking at Derek, then Simon, and then addressing me, "I don't think any of you know much about demons. I don't even know a lot. What I do know, is that you have to have an iron clad contract or the demon will find a loophole and you'll most likely end up dead. We're not trying to bind her so she shouldn't get too upset but in the event that we have to invoke her help, we need to be ready to bind her. Binding a demon is a very difficult task, and several who try, die during the attempt. There are very few in recent history who have succeeded. It is rumored that Samuel Lyle attempted the feat, but if he achieved his goal, he did not tell anyone."He paused to take a breath so I jumped in.

"He did achieve his goal Mr. Bae. Diriel was the demi-demon he summoned; he bound her to the building that the Edison Group was in and used her power to back his other projects, and when I released her, her power stopped running everything and that's what made the building collapse." I said everything very fast so it took him a second to catch up with me.

When he finally did, he didn't really know what to say so I continued, "When I released her we had a contract but she was unable to complete it so it's still in effect. She owes me. So we don't have to worry about making a new one right?"

"I think that's how it works," he seemed unwilling to admit this. I guessed it was because he didn't have all the facts, I realized how many of Kit's traits that he had passed on to Derek. Speaking of Derek, he was staying awfully silent. I looked over at him and he was just munching on an apple listening to us. He didn't know enough to make a call, so he wasn't going to. He would only probably have anything to say if our decision put anyone in danger. When he caught me looking at him, he rested his hand on my knee.

Encouraged, I went on, "But there really wouldn't need to be any need to bind her, and considering that none of us know how, it would probably be too dangerous to try. The risks would outweigh the benefits. Plus I think we can trust her."

"Chloe," Kit looked at me softly, "you can never trust a demon, no matter what. All they are interested in is personal gain they care nothing for the trivial problems of humanity. If they can help it, the only reason they get involved with us is to start wars and sire children."

"But of all the wars started in the last century, demons are only responsible for about a tenth, and that's being generous," I said and realized I was quoting the demi-demon almost word for word.

Good Chloe, you now completely believe what a demon says. They're all known for their honesty you know.

Shut up.

"Where could you have possibly learned that?" Kit looked suspicious.

"Oh, I don't know. Someplace or another I guess." Don't keep asking. Don't keep asking. Don't keep asking. Just drop it. Drop it. Drop it. It's not important. It's so not important.

"Mmmm," he mused. "Well, call her up then."

"R-right now?" I was all for it, but it was a little shocking; I needed more time to prepare. I trusted her but-

"Yes, now. We can all go back to your room and you can summon her."

Derek noticed my hesitation, "It's okay Chloe, we just really need to hurry. We don't have a lot of time to waste."

He was right. "Okay, let's go."

We headed off to my room and when we got there my hands fumbled with the key card until I finally got the door open and we went inside. I knew I was just being stupid, but it looked scarier. It looked too open, like there was too much room. I felt small and insignificant, knowing it was about to get worse. You can't look any more frail than you do when compared to a hell raising almost all powerful demon. But we had gotten along and I had actually grown to like her, so I was really hoping she wasn't going to smite me on sight or something.

I told everyone to sit down, because I didn't know what she was going to look like when she was free, or if she would even have a form. I was also wondering if they would be able to see her. I knew she wasn't a dead sprit, but I still didn't know how that worked.

I began first by just calling to her, out loud like I had called the woman in the cemetery with Margaret. "Diriel, I would like to see you please." I wondered if I needed some kind of personal effect, but I wiped the idea from my mind so I could focus on calling her.

When nothing happened, I called again, "Diriel, please come to me, I have a few questions to ask you."

Still nothing.

I ramped it up even more, but only mentally, I didn't say anything. I figured it was harder because she was in some kind of other dimension. I think she had mentioned something about there being dimensions.

"Diriel," I whispered, "come here please."

Suddenly the room got cold, and the lights flickered. I heard a musical lilting voice, "Child, you escaped, how wonderful. I was worried that you would be unable to get out of that place. I am pleased to find you unharmed, and with your lone wolf, how lovely. And his foster family too. And dear Auntie Lauren escaped unscathed as well. Good, good. But where is the young spellcaster?"