“Rituals…I’m not really into that.” Harper just had to ask. “So all those humans who play with what they believe are satanic rituals—” “Purely irritate me. It’s like having a phone that constantly rings, and each caller is a telemarketer wanting to deliver an annoying spiel and then ask for something in return. And what do they promise me in exchange for whatever I may give them? Their souls. I already have their souls for the simple reason that they just sacrificed a virgin and drank her blood.”