“Yeah,” Jason said, “but it doesn’t matter whose mother she is, or how prettily her dark chocolate hair tumbles down over her shoulders; that is a classic evil power right there.” Rufus glared at Jason. “Dark chocolate hair?” he growled. He was about to continue when Humphrey placed a commiserating hand on his shoulder. “Don’t,” Humphrey said in a hollow, trembling voice. “Engaging only makes it worse. It doesn’t stop them, it doesn’t help. Nothing helps.”
