“Just Ash,” Asher barks out of nowhere, folding his arms across his chiseled chest. He snarls at each of them and finally settles his evil-looking eyes on me. I swear he’s possessed by a demon or something. “The power of Christ compels you,” I murmur under my breath, flinging fake holy water in his direction. “Did you just?” Rad murmurs through sputtering laughter, doubling over until he’s a wheezing mess and wiping tears from his eyes.
