“What’s going on?” John must have fallen asleep, because he sat up and asked tiredly, “Who do I need to kill? I’m ready.” “No one needs to kill anyone!” Malum barked. “I was just making sure Aran was okay.” I pointed at him accusingly. “He told me not to hurt myself. An ungodly has taken over his body.” John’s panicked eyes met mine. “For fuck’s sake! I was just being nice,” Malum growled.
