“Good,” he said, turning back to the door and locking it swiftly. “Let’s make a deal.” 39
Jim was outside the main doors of the Gatehouse with a line of people along the perimeter. He turned to Sasha with a wary expression. “Is everyone in position on the roof?”
Sasha nodded dismissively. “Where’s Nathan? It’s been almost half an hour. We’re ready, as ready as we can be, just sitting aroundwaiting. Jim—” But Jim didn’t hear if the incubus said anything more. He was too busy pitching to the side as a pulse of energy struck him hard.
A moment later the only thing keeping Jim upright was Sasha’s grip on his arm. Everything around him was blurry and spinning, as if he had been hit by some sort of shockwave. No one else seemed affected, but Jim knew something was wrong. He also knew without a doubt that it had something to do with Nathan.