Rohan plowed into the gogota with his shoulder like a linebacker, knocking him back a half-dozen feet. Of course, thanks to the glue-like slime the demon secreted, Rohan was once more stuck to the damn thing, but that did help him steer the gogota toward the window which was our only way out.

Footsteps thudded closer. "I'm calling the cops."

I slammed the office door, blasting the heavy filing cabinet across the room to block it.

Rohan punched the gogota in the ...