"I guess bringing you music does sound nicer than trapping you in a Seal of Solomon and flaying you to the edge of nonexistence before putting you back together so they can do it all over again," Rose snaps back. Yeah, it's an asshole thing to say, but it would take a house-haunter to be so goddamn sheltered as to cozy up to a fucking exorcist, of all people. Norah has no idea what the living are capable of when they have the time and motivation.

"And no, it's not something I expected to hear. The twilight has rules. Or it did the last time I checked." She scowls, really not liking how little those rules seem to be coming into play here.