After Alex speaks with his warriors about our devil's trap predicament, we quickly head over to the hospital room.
"We need your help," Alex demands, as soon as we enter.
Gina jumps from her chair, "Are you both alright? It didn't prick you, did it?"
"No, we're fine, Gina." I comfort, "We got him."
She grins from ear to ear, "The one that killed my daughter?"
I nod my head and give her a look of sympathy.
Gina, however, immediately shakes her head, "Don't give me that look, child. The only thing that matters is that, that bastard is going to get what he deserves."
"That he is," Alex comments, "Now listen, I need you to make us some hex bags."
"Hex bags?" I wonder, looking over at Gina.
"A bag of objects and spices which hide you from the supernatural." Gina explains, "You ca
