"It didn't hurt me, but thinking about it now freaks me out. I'm thankful you got rid of it too," Luna told him, because thank everything for Merlin and Hecate. Maybe that demon would still be out there creeping through their lives otherwise. ""
(Although, how could she be sure? How could she be sure that Merlin was still Merlin? Maybe Luna would now be slightly doubting everyone in her life. What if when she sat around with Tinsel catching up on their lives, her friend was in a basement somewhere. Luna would kill - again - to keep Tinsel from a basement fate.)
Luna cast it from her mind with another thought. "Oh," she said, turning going to grab her handbag from where she'd released it at the door. "I got you something in Salem." From the bag she pulled out a book wrapped in protective layers of pale blue tissue paper and passed it to Merlin. Within was Rider's British Merlin: For The Year Of Our Lord 1764, which she'd come to understand was an almanac, this one full of pages of notes made by its original owner, something that Luna found utterly fascinating. 1764! Not much to ancient wise Merlin perhaps, but incredible and beautiful to Luna. It had cost her $170 at the antique bookstore she'd gotten it from and Luna considered it worth every cent.