Teddybear

She rolled her eyes. "Make up a name to give me then."

"A small one surrounded by singular farmhouses and communities of one or two families," he agreed.

"Phones are good for business endeavors, though. I'm Queenie, and you?"

"It was simply the nearest city large enough to have a significant outbreak when the idea to spread the cure through a virus came to me. I have been doing ...

He followed.

she stared at it for a second, then sighed and opened her car's passenger door, getting some napkins out of the glove compartment. she straightened and took the stone with ...

"That's no problem at all."

"You don't...How am I supposed to contact you then?"

"I've already got a job, and if I flake on that I'm pretty screwed, so take your maybe."

"Of course," he dipped his head. "What would testing entail in this case?"

"It's a maybe."

"I've developed an immunity to most of the more common viruses through other experiments in my past."

"The plan was to take mucus samples from an infected patient and take it somewhere isolated where no one is at risk while I isolate the virus using targeted spellwork ...

"Uh-huh," Queenie checked her watch. "You know what, give me your phone number. I have places to be."

"I need a sample of a virus which I can modify to effect only demonkind. I will bind the cure to this virus and allow the demons to poison themselves ...