Chapter 23: AttackScrambling to my feet, I was grateful I hadn't bothered to undress last night. Snatching up the belt of weapons, I squinted against the sunshine filtering into the room. Waking so abruptly from a deep sleep, I was disorientated, fumbling to hook the belt at my waist and hastily dragging on my boots. It was a struggle to get a single coherent thought through the cacophony of voices in my head.
A noise downstairs had me lifting my head in dread. It might already be too late. Cursing inwardly, I tightened the bootlaces and crept out of the bedroom, listening for sounds from downstairs. Archangelo and Bran were growing progressively more expeditious in sending demons. They seemed to be concentrating on sending demons when I was alone, saving the younglings for attacking the
