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her argument, but thankfully she just nodded and hurried to do what he said.
    The front door rattled and laughter came through. “Invite me innnnn, bright one,” something hissed. “Open, open, open.”
    It laughed again, making Cam’s skin crawl. Armoring himself, he pulled out his fiery sword. Eleanor’s gasp of surprise barely registered.
    “You should watch what you wish for, demon,” Cam whispered before yanking the door open.
    The man standing in the doorway was the same dirty vagrant who’d shattered Eleanor’s window and then blown up.
    “Oh my God!” Eleanor cried out from the fireplace, but Cam couldn’t spare a moment to reassure her.
    The man laughed as Cam took a single step back and pointed his sword right at his throat.
    “I’m not sure what’s so funny, demon. But you have no place here.”
    “That’ssss what you think, angeeeelll. Give me the bright one, and I’ll be on my way.” Then it turned and looked right at Eleanor. With a yelp, she pulled the sofa cushion in front of her.
    Anger surged in Cam’s veins. “I don’t think so, but you’re welcome to come in and try.”
    The verbal invitation was obviously all the semi-demon had been waiting for. Arms raised and hands outstretched, fingers curled into claws, he lurched forward through the door. An inhuman screech left his throat, and he batted away Cam’s sword as if it were made of plastic instead of blessed metal that should’ve been able to penetrate any substance.
    Cam cursed under his breath as he felt Mike enter the house from the back door. Although Cam swung his sword again, the demon just laughed and knocked it down as if he were playing a game.
    “What the fuck is he?” Mike asked as he appeared at Cam’s side with his own sword.
    “No idea.” As the demon tried to advance, Cam swung again. “But he’s not flesh and blood.”
    Cam let his sword disappear and punched the demon in the face. It just cackled and kicked him in the stomach, and he stumbled into Mike, who steadied him then stabbed his sword into the demon’s thigh. Black smoke poured out, but it didn’t slow the demon down. It yanked its leg back from the sword and spun toward the living room. It made it halfway to the fireplace before Cam jumped on its back. They landed on the coffee table, shattering it, while the demon struggled to throw Cam off. He rolled against the sofa, pulling the demon with him so it was on top. Mike stabbed it in the stomach.
    More black smoke billowed out as it struggled. It yanked one arm free of Cam’s hold and grabbed the bottom of the sofa, flipping it up and right into Mike, who fell back against the entryway wall, the sofa in his arms. Cam used his legs to grip the demon and called forth his sword again. He swiped at the demon’s neck, intent on decapitating it. The demon pulled away at the last second, landing on Eleanor’s television with a loud crash. Mike and Cam both gained their feet and faced off with the demon, swords drawn. It bared two rows of razor-sharp teeth.
    Mike mumbled a prayer that was older than human civilization. It was one of the first they’d ever spoken and held its own power. The demon screeched and staggered back with its hands over its ears. Cam stabbed it in the chest. More smoke oozed from the wounds as Cam jabbed his sword into its ribs and stomach over and over. Mike’s voice grew as the wounds widened.
    “Go back to the hell you came from, demon,” Cam said then pierced the place a man’s heart would rest.
    The demon dropped its head back and screeched one last time before disappearing in a cloud of the noxious black smoke.
    Cam stood, heaving, as the smoke dissipated. “How the hell is it even possible for him to reappear after blowing up earlier?”
    “I wish I knew,” Mike said.
    “That’s just…”
    “Yes.”
    Cam let his sword and armor disappear as Mike did the same, then he turned his attention to the fireplace. Eleanor’s large brown eyes peered back at him from