Pain erupted, a porcupine kiss blossoming across my jaw. Nate’s second blow didn’t land, and it took all his skill to maintain control of the car, as energy directed at me jammed into him instead.
“What the fuck was that?” he snarled.
“Self-defense. Probably best if you don’t hit me again.”
“I had good reason.”
did I. To disentangle you from the spell weaving, I needed a blood
connection. I know you hate it, but I’ve seen you possessed before. I
would fight through seven hells to prevent that from happening again.”
Mollified, he nodded. “Let’s go kill something.”