Rohan punched the ground, his expression a feral snarl.

"'Choose death' isn't a popular slogan in the demon lexicon." I nervously scanned the backyard. "What the fuck is coming?"

Rohan put a finger to his lips and motioned to the back porch. We crept up the stairs and I eased open the kitchen door.

A scuffed navy backpack filled with cash sat on the kitchen counter next to a cell phone with no security code on it. Gotta love demon arrogance. There was no one ...