Ba'al rammed into him, impaling my Attendant's shoulder on his horn.

Rafael screamed, bone spearing through his shoulder.

"Noooo!" My lungs couldn't inflate; my head spun. Rafael fussed about silly things like British English being the only English, berated me for microwaving water for tea, and would need an exorcism to sever tweed's demonic hold on him. But I kept thinking about that time he'd listened to me talk about Adam, took my laptop away from me to help, and how ...