Rowan confided, "Laurel, you know the night I found you there, bleeding to death? It freaked me out."
"Okay Rowan. I know. I owe you." I said, feeling guilty. I began twirling my hair, a nervous habit I developed.
"Don't say it like that. It's alright. Just don't become a victim to your own fears. You don't owe me," his smile told me something different.
"I know. I'll try to keep it together. I won't let my thoughts get out of control," I lied. He could see right through me.
"Hey Rowan, how's that divine magick I've been teaching you?" I asked him, curious if he had been practicing.
Rowan was always intrigued with the supernatural and wanted to be able to learn some of the magick I knew. I taught him basic cleansing and protection spells, but divine magick was much more concentrated. It involved recognizing auras of good and evil, and the ability to block them when necessary.
"Still not as good as you," he joked, grabbing my jacket and dragging me behind him.
I smiled. Rowan tried to be a part of everything in my life. Strange how he still didn't believe me whenever I talked about Dantalion. I think he just tried to block it out. He wanted to be the only important, significant thing that mattered, and anything outside of that, just didn't register with him.
One time, when I was reading about demonology, I came across a section on how to slow or trap demons. He became intrigued on the topic and rambled off a bunch of ways he would do it.
"Salt is a barrier they can't cross," he laughed. "They can't step foot on hallowed ground either. And holy water, that burns them like acid! That one probably works the best. Oh, then there's exorcism, it removes the demon from the human and returns them to hell!" he smirked.
Everything he said about trapping demons made me hope he never had to cross Dantalion. I wasn't sure if any of it would work, but Rowan seemed to know a lot on this subject.
"What if the demon isn't inside the person, but outside them?" I tested him.
"Ummm.…not sure on that. I'll let ya know," he smiled.
"Alright, gotta go," I was already turning in the other direction from him, my mind cluttered with school and coordinating tonight's ceremony.
"Later!" he yelled back. I watched him disappear while I rummaged for my phone. I called Lucia to remind her about tonight. After the third ring she answered.