Plucking languidly at the fine, blue strands of her uncombed hair, Royal stared hard at the center of Callon’s forehead. Avoiding his gaze was nothing new. With measured slowness, Callon placed the grisly photos on the table, then leaned back in his chair. Jaen began to tap her foot impatiently, until Callon put a stilling hand on her knee.
“Sirius,” Royal said, without looking down.
“Sadly no longer beleaguered by the pecuniary difficulties gifted by Lennox.”
“Seems not. You see the words? Indecipherable jargon to Jaen and me.”
“It’s ritualistic Keldoorian.” Royal met Callon’s eyes. “It’s a summoning.”
(Written for The Prediction. Challenge words: fine, jargon, pecuniary)