“Do you have proof there is such a warlock?” Crowley raised a brow. He didn’t just throw out permission to leave Hell to everybody who came by, claiming it’d be in his best interest to do so. He wasn’t naive. Nor daft.
Illyana took a deep breath. There wasn’t a lot of proof she could get, considering she was stuck below ground. But she did have something. “There’s an eyewitness. A witch, whose ten years were up. She said she worked under the warlock for a while, and she was encouraged to do what he did instead of making a deal with a demon for more power. She’s in the racks right now.”













