Hermosa

The chattering in my teeth and the trembling in my nerves eased after he told me I hadn't done anything to Raphael.

I felt relieved and angry all at once. I still reeked of his cologne and his blood, having believed it was finally over — that he couldn't hurt me or Cammy anymore.

I supposed killing the devil was far more complicated than I had imagined. More than anything, I needed to shower before the replay of what I'd done haunted me completely.

It was supposed to be his ...