Mortal

A dead sorcerer, clutching a human heart. A pissed-off demon, trapped in a magic circle. Sort that out, if you can.

The demon looks like it can’t get free, but it’s still as scary as hell and all I want to do is turn and run. As it shifts and tumbles, I glimpse scrabbling talons and razor-sharp teeth. So far, it hasn’t made a sound. But now it stops moving, two pairs of red eyes appear from the chaos and fix on me, and I hear—
‘Oh, so it’s you, is it?’

Normally, forensic sorcerer Frank Sampson can handle shit like this with both thumbs up his nose. This time, however, things aren’t going according to plan…