Another bar fight. Naturally.
“You aren’t immortal,” I growled at Nate.
He ducked a punch, landed another. “Nothing is. Not really.”
The girl Nate kissed whipped a bottle at his head. It winged me, instead. I hardly felt it.
Bright light permeated the grimy, faceted window, sending dirt-tinged rainbows to dance with dust motes. I considered leaving Nate behind as recompense for poor choices. Then I saw the demon in the corner, feeding the rage.
I murmured a spell to banish the fucker.
Nate’s head snapped up. “Seth, don’t!”
The thing that was not a demon smiled. “Gotcha.”