“Floor it,” my demon barks as he snatches the gun out of my hand and shuts the door. “Go directly home.”
“I’m not leaving you,” I scream through an open window.
“I need to do a cleanup here, and I can’t do it if I’m worried about you.”
He turns and shoots toward the back of the church. An instant later, a bullet hits the hood of the sedan. Alvino’s men have obviously followed us, but I can’t see the exit we came out of because my dark protector is standing in the way, blocking my view.
More bullets rain.
My demon suddenly jerks back, crashing into the car beside me. He tosses the weapon he took from me and pulls another from his holster, making a guttural noise in the process. His low grunt is cut off by the exploding rear window as a bullet shatters the glass and lodges in the padded
