Sara smiled wanly. “Yes.”
“If it is a venom, it won’t take long for the lab to figure out which one,” Chris said, distracting me from Sara and Jordan’s conversation.
“You guys can identify every type of demon?” Peter asked.
Chris smiled. “It’s a necessity in our line of work. We’ve been cataloguing demons for almost a millennium.”
Peter whistled. “Damn.”
“Sara, your hand is like ice!” Jordan cried, pulling my attention back to them.
“C-can’t get w-warm,” Sara stammered, shivering.
I reached out to touch Sara’s face as Jordan leapt to her feet. “Nikolas, look at her. I think she’s turning blue from cold.”
I lifted Sara easily onto my lap and wrapped my arms around her, pushing my body heat into her. Jordan covered us with the blankets as Sara curled into a ball and pressed her shaki
