“Is he going to be okay?” asks Houston as he comes into the kitchen.
“He’s sleeping, now,” I reply as I pour a glass of wine. “He should be fine. I called his mother. Told her he was staying over for dinner. I didn’t want to worry her. Not even sure what I could have told her.”
“I never felt anything like that before. So much...I don’t even know what was.”
“It was a panic attack.”
“A demonic panic attack? I take it from the books on the table that shouldn’t have happened?”
“Yes and no. Demons are prone to panic attacks when cut off from their energy source. They’re very primal creatures. That’s why they tend to feed on the baser emotions of humans. Lust. Greed. Anger. What you were feeling back at the shop was a defensive mechanism. Like a pheromone that is supposed to trigger the des
