The problem was, I couldn’t go around calling people murderers without definitive proof. Especially not a powerful man like Davis. And I certainly wasn’t going to Victor Garrison and telling him, you see, this demon that lives inside me told me he’s a murderer. That’s how I know. Grims were already considered odd to most witches and warlocks. Plus, I couldn’t make a confession like that on a whim, knowing I’d be breaking the almighty grim code to keep our secrets secret.
