Sonia made the finishing touches to the sigil on the carpet, she checked the book to make sure it was correct and then checked again, and then again. She had spent too much time and effort for this to go wrong at the last stage, satisfied with her handiwork she lit a mass of scented candles to cover up the smell of the pigs blood that had been required for the sigil. She looked at her clock, it wouldn’t be long until Jason arrived, she pushed her bed back over the magic markings carefully so as not to smudge them. She looked about her barebones room, despite working at a prestigious American finance company they barely paid her enough to rent this one-room, Jason had offered to buy her things but she had refused. She knew he only offered to try to absolve his guilty conscience from having an affair with her. Although tonight, as she felt beads of sweat run down her body, she kind of wished she had taken him up on the air conditioning. She stripped out of her clothes until she was only wearing her sheer panties, even then the heat was oppressive, she wondered how Jason was coping in the heat as he travelled to her. Read more