"I'm going to kill Satan."

"Bully for you." Malik saluted me from his doorway with his wine glass. "Oh. You're still not leaving."

"You're in sweatpants."

He looked down at himself. "Cashmere leisure pants."

"One step up from Lululemon, buddy. You need to snap out of this." I wormed my way past him into his apartment.

Malik tensed as I brushed his arm.

Rohan knocked him aside to follow me, serpent-like shadows writhing in his eyes, and ...