" No one’s there,” I whisper, and no sooner have the words left my lips than someone knocks.
I startle violently enough that I knock over a candle. The silk rug catches almost instantly, yellow fire eating a quick path across the antique pattern. I’m still stamping out sparks when someone says, “What are you doing?”
I look up. Alex’s replacement stands in my doorway. And although it’s past three in the morning, she’s dressed as if she’s about to walk into a law school interview. She’s even wearing collar studs.
“Summoning the devil. What does it look like? "

― Victoria Lee , A Lesson in Vengeance