“What?” I asked, looking between the two of them. “I know why we’ve been seeing an uptick in Otherworld creatures,” Samkiel said. “Please, enlighten me,” I said, folding my arms. “That pattern carved into the ground means they are being summoned, and from the smell of it, they are being summoned by a Prince of the Otherworld.” My eyes fell to the ground once more. “A prince? What does that mean? Does Nismera control the princes?” Samkiel shook his head. “No one controls the Otherworld but the rulers of the Otherworld. If you think my ego is bad, the Princes and their mother have me beat.”
