JoJo pulled Garamanthus’s demon body from Becca’s body like a long, syrupy string of cobalt-blue supernatural goop.
He yanked the last bit of the demon from Becca and hurled it to the floor. The twister of electric eyes and laughing demons jerked across the barn.
A tangle of bodies landed on the floor: Mr. Doesn"t Matter and his sister, and a few others he didn"t recognize. They weren"t dead—just knocked out.
JoJo hovered across the room and set his sights on Garamanthus’s swirling, dying body. The demon was forming slowly into a mass of blood, broken cobalt skin, and bone. The demon said nothing as it lay on the floor in defeat.
"Well, well," JoJo said. "You are a fun way to spend the night."
Simone giggled. She crawled across the floor, the demon minks on her coat sniffing and saliv
