“I’m sure you saw many things.” “I saw the Halloween Boys,” I said, searching his gaze. But the mention seemed to cause him to pause. As he slowly recovered, he refilled his wineglass. “Go on.” “They were—they were dead. Lying on the ground. Fire everywhere. It was a vision. I get those often. And this was the worst I’ve ever had. It’s why I had to come here to find you and ask for your help.” The devil tensed his jaw and twirled the stem of his wineglass, slouching over in his seat.
He seems annoyed that she wasn’t there for him
