[Even if the children will be Saxons, those recipes are never going to be owned by the Saxon group, the waters there are too deep and the people too greedy. In fact, only the child that follows my path should inherit them.]

The Saxon spirit had told her that there was ninety percent possibility of one of her children being a shaman as well, it was a natural gift from her Mayfair side of the family. Why this gift never presented itself in her last life, she had no idea.

Phoebe casually raised a forkful of spaghetti to her lips as the thought about never handing over her recipes to the Saxon group planted itself on her forehead for all the Saxon's at the table to see.

No amount of money could tempt Phoebe to join Saxon group, she was already part owner of D. P holdings and they had research labs too. If she decided to mass produce some of the recipes that's where she intended to go. Even their children would decide for themselves between D.P and the Saxon group.

Grandpa Saxon cleared his throat although it wasn't itching at all.

"Tell me, why did you choose to become a shaman? It is a job that most people consider to be....." He searched his head for the right words but Phoebe beat him to it.

"Uncouth?" She spoke with indifference, she had been called a lot of distasteful names and she was used to it now. She was not ashamed of her job, it fed her, clothed her and satisfied her soul.

The best part of it all was that she worked part time, deciding her own hours and which cases to take on. She was living a much better life than she had when she was working in the Saxon group.

Rufus pulled his brows together in a frown. "That is a very ignorant thing to say, only people that have not seen the evils in this world can come to that conclusion. I hope such words do not discourage you from helping and healing people." He raised his fists to cheer her on.

Grandma Saxon chortled, she gently adjusted the napkin before her. "Our Pheebs is stronger than you think Rufus, she may be young but she is a force to reckon with. She fights ghosts and the like...."

"No grandma, Phoebe protects them and helps them move on to the other side. She only fights with the evil ones that are hurting humans or other ghosts." David corrected, there was pride in his eyes but quickly it transitioned to a mix of fear and worry.

"Then what are you worried about son?" Rufus asked David who let out a pronounced sigh.

From the moment the Saxon spirit had told them about the enemy Phoebe was bound to face, David's worries had grown. What if that enemy appeared and Phoebe was not prepared enough? What ties did he have with Ruth who was their arch enemy?

Who the hell was Ravana, he had watched dash cam footage of the fight between his men and the demon and he finally found what he and Phoebe had forgotten. He had shared it with her on their way to this dinner double date. Another deep sigh came from his lips.

"Lately Phoebe's job has become very dangerous, we encountered a demon some days ago." He wiped a hand over his face.

"A demon!" Grandma Saxon's loud raised voice surprised everyone in the restaurant, they shot uncomfortable glances their way and she lowered her volume. "Demon," she whispered.

Phoebe shot one icy look at David before rolling her eyes to the roof, why was his mouth loose? Had he forgotten how old his grandmother was? What if she fainted like her grandmother had done?

More importantly, news of demons did not need to hit the founding lane gossip mill, the rumors of witches and warlocks were enough to make everyone uncomfortable and uneasy.

"David you cannot go around scaring people with such revelations! What if you shock grandpa back into his previous condition?" she pinched his arm.

He winced and pulled his arm away.

Grandpa Saxon dismissed her words with his hands. "I am not shocked...."

His words raised eyebrows because it seemed like he was but he was saying the opposite.

"What I mean is that I am not that shocked by David mentioning demons, I am more surprised that they are back." He wheezed lightly as if he was having an asthma attack.

His restless breathing worried them, especially his wife who touched his back.

"Rufus are you alright? You seem a little pale dear. Maybe we should go home." She pushed back her chair but grandpa Saxon shook his head vehemently.

"I am fine woman! Stop treating me like a baby, if I was feeling unwell I would let you know, so do not spend every second worrying about me. I am happy to be on two feet and capable of chewing my own food after many years of being bedridden. I would not risk the second chance at life that has not come so easily by pushing myself beyond what my body is capable of."

Rufus shifted his eyes from his wife to David and Phoebe.

"You two tell me everything about this demon encounter and leave nothing out." He commanded.

The Saxon spirit nodded at Phoebe. "Tell him everything, if anyone can help in this fight it's Rufus."

Phoebe cleared her hoarse throat and told the story, leaving nothing out. When she was done, grandpa Mayfair wiped beads of sweat from his forehead. Phoebe could clearly see the horror in his eyes, she wanted to ask him why he seemed terrified but she held back.

"So you are sure that the founding sect took this boy?" Grandpa Saxon narrowed his eyes.

David nodded. "Yes grandpa, Amon Drusus a friend of ours called them. We saw everything, he said that he took him to some place where the boy would be safe."

Grandpa Saxon nodded. "The Moldove founding Academy."

"The what?" Came Phoebe's question that remained unanswered.

"Why has that fool Morrell not sent word about demons returning to Fog country? He forgets that I am the real man in charge of all the sects." Grandpa Saxon spoke through pursed lips.

"Grandpa why are you rattled up? What is it?" David asked, frustrated that his grandfather seemed to be keeping important information to himself.

"The demon you encountered was a small one, Ravanna's minions. If they are appearing, it's because she is coming back or at least she is trying to."