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Joah Newbold || daemonium || 004

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Joah blinked at Kheelan. It was a point he hadn't considered—that Colette might hurt or even kill him if she had to spend that long surrounded by the smell of blood. She was almost definitely the strongest of those gathered, but it wouldn't mean anything if she lost control. As precious seconds sprinted by, however, Joah felt the trees move in on them.

"We can fix it," he said quietly. "As soon as we get out of here."

"I can carry you. I'm stronger than I look," the angel said. Joah gave him a dubious look. It was hard to believe something so delicate could carry even its own weight.

Two shots ripped through the still air of the night and pulled his head toward the sound. Mere seconds later, Sibyl appeared out of the trees with the brutish look of a warrior fresh from battle.

"We need to get moving," she said; "more of them are going to be coming soon. Figure something out and keep going."

Joah's eyes snapped back to Kheelan, blood still flowing unhindered down his leg. It didn't show any signs of stopping, and it probably wouldn't until the bullet was removed. They were running out of time. Each second was another chance for them to be killed or captured, and at the moment, Joah didn't know which would be worse. He looked at the angel.

"It's you or me, Bird Bones," he said to Camael. "You choose, but do it fast. The rest of us are going to have to forge the path and head off any other unwanted attention."