Lane looked to Nora for further counsel, but the dark-haired woman offered a shrug of her shoulders that Lane knew all too well.  Nora couldn’t argue with Remy’s logic so that meant ultimately the man was right about the path that James was heading down.  It was dangerous and even though he had pushed her away and she had only known him a short time, her glimpse into Adella’s memories was enough to confirm that once James had determined a path for himself, he would not easily give it up.  He would try to find some other means of stopping this demonic woman, now that she was out of the picture and not there to do it for him.<br/><br/>“Fine.  Then I’ll get the book back.”  She finally stated, as if it was a foregone conclusion and not something that might actually be difficult to execute.  Nora stiffened a little next to her before blowing a slowly sucked in breath.<br/><br/>“I’ll help her.  The Syndicate doesn’t need to be in the middle of this one.  I don’t really trust you all not to muck it up, anyways.”  Nora said, as if she were volleying back the words Remy had just so clearly meant for her.  To her, this was about keeping Lane safe and she knew the Syndicate well enough to know that if they thought sacrificing the little witch for the greater good was important, they would do it in heartbeat with no thought for alternatives or other possibilities.  That was out organizations like that worked.  All for one and one for all.  One life never outweighed the many to them, unless perhaps, it was their own.  Nora would bet a pretty large sum that any of the leaders of the Syndicate would not risk their own neck were the circumstances to require that.  They hid behind people like Remy to do the dirty work for them.<br/><br/>“I can track him.  If he’s trying to muster up the shit that’s needed to summon a demon, he’s going to be leaving a pretty strong trail of dark energy.  He might be able to veil himself from you or her,”  Nora gestured between Remy and Lane.  “...But hiding from me would be a different story.”<br/><br/>Though she had spent most of her life seeking out answers, Nora had never quite put her finger on what she was.  Her powers were similar to most witches she met, she could spell cast and conjure with the best of them, but something more lurked within her.  She had called it her “Shadow Sense” after she discovered it as a child.  It had been on accident.  Her foster-father had gotten drunk again and she had managed to break a plate while washing up after dinner.  She knew his punishment would be harsh and painful and she had just wanted to disappear.  She focused so strongly on the thought that it took her a moment to realize the world around her had fallen away into shades of gray and smoke.  It was like viewing the world through mist and darkness and blackness.<br/><br/>It was only years later that she realized she could use that ability to view the world of magic, to see how the darkness of the world shifted and moved through the world of light.  Her foster father had not hit that night, he had been too terrified by the way her eyes had glazed over and filled with a milky, shimmering silver substance.<br/><br/>The next morning they had called social services and she was moved again.  She had bounced around a few houses until she finally ended up with one of the witches in Lane’s mother’s coven.<br/><br/>“Unless the Syndicate has a better plan?”  Nora asked, her words almost challenging Remy give her a better solution to the current problem.