There were eight of them. Seven surrounded Keeley’s bed but one . . . one stood directly on her bed, at Keeley’s feet, and snarled at them, warning away anyone who might be a danger to Gemma’s sister. “I did not call them. We worship the gods, not demons.” “Then where did they come from?” Keran stepped in beside Gemma, took a look, and casually announced, “Oh! Those are Keeley’s friends.”
