Tisha moving prompted Daniel Ryland into action. He liked Meredith, liked the way he spoke his mind, but he liked Tisha more and their symbiotic relationship somehow demanded his duty be to her. He held Tisha's arm so she couldn't move.
"Control your temper, Rick," he commanded.
Rick involuntarily took a step back, Tisha shook her arm free but remained where she was, not moving. Ryland moved beside Maya.
"DeStiy," he asked. "When was the last time you practiced Black Magic?"
Enoch DeStiy coughed. He needed a fag. Phlegm collected in his mouth. He stopped himself spitting on the floor.