DAMEON:
“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!” I scream as I launch myself at the golden ogre. I can’t see or think straight, my thoughts are clouded by the anger I feel at Seraphina’s danger.
I hold the advantage by using the element of surprise, but fists and feet are flying. My knuckles land with a dull thud against the stranger's muscular jaw, and he falls to the ground. I have to move quickly. I pin him down with my knees and hold the candlestick to his neck. I whip out the crucifix, pressing it firmly into his chest.
Nothing happens.
I’m caught off guard. Either this demon is immune to sacred objects, or isn’t a demon at all. Is he really just a security guard?
He rolls backward, leaping to his feet with superhuman grace.
Damnit.
He’s an angel, and he was probably sent here to protect
