At last Michael glanced down at Audrey. “The prayer,” he murmured. “Both of us. Now.”
No time to think. No time to do anything except let her memory bring the invocation to the surface of her mind, and to let her voice lift up strong and defiant, mingling with his as they spoke the ancient words together.
“The light of God surrounds us;
The love of God enfolds us;
The presence of God watches over us;
Wherever we are, God is!”
She’d expected to see some sort of reaction from the demon, since the same prayer had been enough to drive him away the last time she’d used it, but now all he did was flinch slightly, then throw back his head and laugh.
“Fools,” he said, once he’d recovered himself. He paused a few feet away from them, clearly not dissuaded at all by the prayer they’d uttered,
