War looked the demon full in the face with her flaming eyes. "Not every little scuffle is down to a personal insult to me, you know," she said. Her tone might have been mistaken for casual, were it not for the knife edge to her words.

"In this case, I've been... contracted out, shall we say."

It wasn't so much a contract as a favour, but the demon wasn't to know that. Deliberately, she stepped out of the doorway and into the greenhouse.