A string of hysterical shouts left me as I flew around the table after Eddie.

Jacek and Sawyer blurred past me toward the open front door.

"Damn it, Eddie, get back here," Sawyer roared.

A burst of hellfire singed the air before I made it outside, and I immediately imagined the worst. Would the devil kill Eddie out of self-defense? Or, you know, because he was a prickly devil bastard?

I flung myself onto the porch outside, then off of it as I tried to make ...