Drawing in a deep breath, I steadied myself. One good shot. One good shot was all I needed. Planting the red dot on the demon’s shoulder, I flashed once… twice… three times. I knew Gray would see it. I just needed him to fucking hear me. “Run home, Gray!” I hollered. “What the fuck does that mean?” he shouted back. Damn it. “Run your sorry Texan ass home!”
