Chapter 194

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 he'd brought me a cup of tea, made the right way, when I couldn't find words to encapsulate my grief.

He'd probably been about to apologize for the mess his death would make, damn him.

Not today.

Ignoring the stitch in my side and the searing pain flaring through my injured thigh, I leapt onto Ba'al's back, my armor disappearing as I plunged one hand into the gaping wound on his neck. His flesh sucked my fist in deeper.