I dove out of the way of a serrated sword.
“What is this thing?” Nate spat blood.
“Let me check the catalog of demonry we don’t have.” My thrown knife hit the hell-spawn’s shoulder.
Nate shot it. Repeatedly.
It didn’t seem to notice. “Name’s Carlos. Daddy wants a word.”
“Tough.” My tattoos blazed, the last of my magic.
Nate howled, covering his own markings. “What the hell did you do to me?”
“No.” He reloaded.
“You want to do this now?” I slammed Carlos toward the abyss.
“I really do.”
I couldn’t answer. Carlos had me by the throat.