18
Homecoming
Rafe and Oscar and Tony managed to tip the Jeep over so it sat on all four wheels. The passenger side was horribly dented, but to all our surprise — Rafe’s included, I thought — the Wrangler started right up when he pushed the ignition button.
“That’s my baby,” he said with an affectionate pat on the dashboard.
Other than that, none of us seemed inclined to say much. I could tell that Tony and Oscar were still trying to wrap their heads around the notion of a demon lord loose in the world, and I couldn’t really blame them. Even though I’d known such beings truly did exist, since the McAllisters had had a run-in with them before I was even born, it was one thing to understand something on an intellectual level and quite another to be confronted with it in the flesh.
But t
