Damian pulled the car to a stop. He knew he was in front of a fire hydrant, but he didn’t care. He didn’t even bother locking the car, concerned that any second wasted on anything else only made it more certain that Aziramin wouldn’t be there when he got to his apartment. Heart pounding with fear, Damian raced up the steps and burst through the doors. Rosie lay on the floor, two imps tugging and nibbling on her sleeves. Max stooped down and placed his arms around her, scooping her up.
“Rosie,” Damian said as he kneeled. “What happened? Are you OK?”
Rosie’s eyes flickered. She had a terrible bruising in her left eye, and her lip was split, bleeding. She took a deep inhale of breath, then spoke in a murmur. “Damy,” she rasped, “I tried to stop them, Damy.”
“Stop who, Rosie?” Damian asked.
