Rohan trained horrified eyes on me. "Run." He grabbed me around the waist and hurled me over the pit.
The howl abruptly cut off. The second my toes touched ground on the far side of the pit, I spun around, my heart encased in an icy grip, positive Rohan was dead.
Rohan had the cù-sith pinned to the ground, his expression caught in a tight snarl as he smashed his fist into the dog's face over and over again. The demon emitted a single high-pitched whine before Rohan snapped her neck. He'd hit her kill spot because she disappeared.
Whelp, I wasn't getting a dog that way.
With the cù-sith dead, the illusion's power had been broken. The temple and jungle disappeared, leaving us in a deserted warehouse with rain sluicing down on us through the gaps in the roof. Getting soaked to the skin helped to clear my mind of the mermaid's evil whispers, the means by which the demon dog had played on my fears. Well, cleared it somewhat. And speaking of fears...