Lisa found her back against Damien as so many took form, coming out of the walls from all angles, blurry, then to life. They appeared, drawing out sibilant sounds, like the hiss of a snake, eyes red and hungry. These demons facing them weren't the kinds they saw on other nights and it was just eight-thirty in the morning. Twenty-eight hours after the veil had been broken.
Rule gripped the bag of crystals and held it closely. He looked around space and the demons circling them with wide, flickering eyes. His first rodeo with the red market and it wouldn't be pleasant. Lisa knew what they had come for. It was their crystals.
Damien brandished the foldable sword from his boots. He had it raised above his eyes, waiting to attack. Lisa's silver daggers were in each hand. The black onyx the Cahills possessed linked and formed a veined glass shield around them. It kept the demons out and away, but only for now.
