"He can't get in," Midnight rubbed his chin. "Oussou would be the only one who could. Papa Ghede has the power, but - "
His voice trailed off. He growled at the memory of what it would take to do what was absolutely necessary to end it. "I can shake off Oussou. Papa would be harder."
Without a word, Pam lifted her chin and slipped her arm around John's waist. Her eyes were distant. Her smile was faint.