Jack
“God, I love that you’re best friends with psychopaths,” Brandon held up a Gabriel-fashioned sling with glowing yellow orbs inside meant to serve as some type of severe pain inflicting bullet for demons.
He had a boyish grin on his face despite the bubbling nerves under his skin. Toby was his normally quiet self while rifling through Gabe and Alex’s stash.
“They’re not toys, B,” Jack warned. “Stop looking at them like you’re going to start chucking them.”
Brandon packed that sling in the duffel and proceeded to stuff it full of other things Gabe had made recently.
“How’s Zuri after her… episode?” They really weren’t equipped for it at all. Brandon loved the girl, sure, and would protect her. But Jack wasn’t sure how he planned to help Zuri. His plan seemed to be—at present—keep
