“Darlington, enough!” Her flame unfurled in a crackling blue wire, snapping around the glowing golden band that had appeared on his neck where the yoke had been. It snaked around Darlington’s throat and yanked him away from Not Hellie. The rest of the demon’s torso dissolved into squirming grubs. Darlington fell back on his haunches with a growl. Like a hound brought to heel.
