The shock suffered from demon encounters was an often-enough occurrence in our office that Harry kept one of those warming closets for blankets on hand, like in a hospital.

I pulled the blanket up to my chin, grateful for the soothing heat. "Laying here and dying."

He wrenched me to my feet. For a bony old guy, he was very strong. "You are not dying. Do you understand?"

I shook his hands off from their death grip on my shoulders, retrieved the blanket that had ...