Any concern on the daemon’s part vanished, and he pounded a fist over his heart. “Rue love me.” “You really are a sad thing, aren’t you?” Ruger rolled out his shoulders. “Barely comprehensible.” The buzzing turned into a full-on roar as Clay slung an arm around my shoulders to restrain me. “Don’t do it.” Clay held on tight and forced my head onto his shoulder. “Don’t give him what he wants.” As far as I could tell, what he wanted was to die horribly.
