Mathena raised her hands as fast as she could, despite the pain. The air cracked as the demon also drew magic to defend himself. At the same moment, the entire limo lurched to one side. Mathena slammed against the opposite seat and cried out as her back twisted. The limo came to a swerving, squealing, smoke-under-the-tires halt. She fell to the floor of the limo, her face contorting from the pain searing down her leg and through her lower back.
She glanced up through her tangled dark red hair, seeing Mr. Razor was kneeling on the floor of the vehicle in front of her, looking as though he might retch. Outside, the sounds of boots pounding on the pavement and shouting reached her ears.
Fighting through the discomfort, she resumed drawing magic and directed it at the demon. Sensing the swif
