I'm proud of you for fighting back."
"It was good that she did, since I was unconscious for most of that."
She turned to see Tanner, having retained control over his demon, zipping up a pair of jeans. He obviously kept fresh clothes in the car in case he had to let his demon out. "You would have done what it took if Knox hadn't turned up and stole the show." She couldn't help but be impressed as Tanner effortlessly righted the Bentley.
"It'll be safe to drive, it's just a little banged up." Tanner was right. None of the windows had been smashed.
"Is it demonically protected?" she asked Knox.
"Yes," he replied. Then he frowned. "You're hurting." How he'd sensed it, she didn't know. "Where?"
"It's just a headache." Okay, that was understating things a little – it felt like someone was stabbing her in the eye while pounding a hammer on her skull. The pain was making her feel nauseous. "They tried to knock me out the way they did Tanner. But I fought it."
