"The Administrators don't have the power to reverse a curse issued in this realm. No one in the Waiting Area does. It can only be done by someone in this realm and only when the demon is near."
I swallowed and looked down at the amulet in my hand. "So much trouble over a piece of cheap jewelry."
"Keep the amulet with you. Whoever speaks the
reversing incantation must be wearing it."
"I should be the one to wear it and seek out the peddler," Celia said. She held her head high, her chin up, as if defying us to disagree with her. Despite her stance, I knew she was afraid. The supernatural was my territory. She'd never been as comfortable around the ghosts as me, and demons were another matter altogether. The guilt over releasing one must be great indeed for her to make such a bold offer to rectify the situation.
"No," Jacob and I said together.
"You can't see or talk to Jacob," I said. "And we need his guidance in this."
She lowered her head and nodded. "Very well." She raised her gaze to where he stood, holding the frame. "Is it dangerous, this demon?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
"Not terribly," I said and tried to look like I wasn't lying. If she thought it was dangerous, she would not agree to my involvement, no matter how important. I glanced at Jacob but he said nothing, just watched me beneath half-lowered lids. "Don't worry, Sis, we'll send it back before anything happens."
Celia breathed out and settled into the sofa. "That's settled then," she muttered. "Now," she said to Jacob, "tell me exactly what you mean when you say you are assigned to my sister? Will you be at her side until the demon is found? Are you tied to her in some invisible way?"
Jacob went very still. "Tell your sister not to worry," he said stiffly. "I'll be the perfect gentleman."
I almost told him he'd mistaken her and she wasn't suggesting he'd do anything untoward, but I couldn't be sure if that assessment was correct. Knowing Celia, it was highly possible she meant exactly that.
As if understanding my hesitation, she added, "Can he protect you against this demon-and don't try to tell me it's harmless because I know it's not. It is a demon after all. And can he protect you against the person who cursed the amulet?" Her knuckles had gone white, clasped as they were in her lap. I gently touched her arm. It didn't seem to help- she remained as taut as a stretched rope.