“Some demons are actually pacifists and refuse to fight, even when cornered,” Tana says, staring at the window. Serana’s forehead scrunches up. “I was just speaking metaphorically, I guess. There are no demons in the world, Tana.” Her face has gone pale. “Right?” “Right.” Tana sips from her mead and smiles faintly. “It’s better to think that.” “Well, that’s a thought that’s gonna fester,” Darius mutters.
