Sheit“I know what you mean. How bad are the others hurt?”
“Minor scrapes and bruises for most of them. Jon blew her up with that crazy sword of his. Stabbed her with it, close range. Should have blown himself up, too. That boy is brave, though I’m still trying to decide if he’s also a bit stupid.”
Matilda stopped at the newly installed bullet-proof front door and stared at him. “He used the Sword on a demon-human at close range?” She led Parrish into the house. “I get what you mean.”
She told him to have a seat on the sofa while she got some ice packs. Parrish lowered himself onto the soft sofa and leaned back comfortably on pillows until he felt just right.
A moment later, he had the distinct feeling he was being watched. A voice from behind the sofa him made him jump.
“Hello, Mister
