Marie said, "Papa, will the police come to get me?"
Ishmael laughed and shook his head. "No, we will never let any harm come to you, I promise."
Then, Marie noticed Gale had returned. Excitedly, she pulled herself from Azazel's grasp and darted over to Gale, the glass butterfly in her hands. "I made it special for you, Gale! I like you lots!" She lifted it up so he could take it from her. "I hope you like it!"
Aviance nodded, springing to her feet and dashing home, not wasting any time. She grabbed some onions, then returned, putting her vampire speed to good use. "Here, love, eat as many as you want."