That was all right…neither did she.
“We’re talking about different classes of demons here,” Michael said reasonably. He stepped away from the TV, and came and sat back down next to her on the sofa. Audrey wished she could lean into him, have him hold her and offer some reassurance, but she didn’t think it would be kind to indulge in a public display of affection like that, not when Colin was still smarting from his breakup with Daniela. “As I’ve said before, the demons causing the mayhem in the Whitcomb mansion were a lower order of being. Whatever’s living in Whitcomb’s body is a lot smarter, a lot farther up the food chain, so to speak.”
“A devil as opposed to a demon?” Colin asked, looking eager, and Michael nodded, his expression as troubled as Colin’s was enthusiastic.
“Wait, what?
