Chapter 77

“You’re hurt,” Dustin says, coming forward, holding his own bandage-covered stomach.

“Stay back, I want to make sure it’s dead,” Ronan orders. He moves close and pulls the hunting knife out of the Sanguisdemon’s chest. The demon doesn’t even twitch, but Ronan stabs in again, just to be sure.

“It’s dead. Can I help you now?” Dustin asks.