Between Two Fires

by Christopher Buehlman

A sword of pure moonlight flashed in the angel’s hand. The two fought viciously as another dark shape closed in. The girl fell. Closer to the ground now. Close to the priest. He ran under her. Her form grew bigger swiftly, coming at him. Please, God. He caught her, mostly. His nose bloodied, his eye shut, his mouth full of grit. They rolled. She smelled of juniper. Somehow he picked her up and ran.