Carol came straight to me. "Are you Ok?" She asked, almost in tears. "I was so scared. The men in the white van took us to Daytona and checked us into...a hotel on the beach. They said you were safe, but wouldn't tell us anything else. Later, they came in and said that you stopped two men Tim sent to kill us, and they were in all jail."Then they said that Tim was out on bail, and you were going to a safe place, in case he tried to hurt you again."I haven't slept a wink. I sat up all night. It took many months of writing to complete them, and now, I give them to you," Bedwyr offered the book out in his hands.He then had an idea, he would take the book and use it learn how to defeat this new enemy. "I will read the book," he said and took it from Bedwyr. "Now come with us and be baptized," Bedwyr stated. It was not a request, more an order.He saw his chance, one of the guards behind him was glancing around and not looking at him, if he could not harm them directly then maybe a. "We don't have to shower. I think maybe we should talk." About what?" Denise asked."About us." Oh." Come on," Anthony said, leading the two of them back to the living room. He sat down on the couch, patting the cushion next to him. Denise sat beside him, leaning close against his chest, her hair tickling the side of his face as he talked."What's happening?" he asked."What do you mean?" I mean, what's happening between the two of us? I haven't seen you in more than ten years, and suddenly. ‘Thank you. I think that one would have killed me if you hadn’t shot.’ He said, his rough voice an almost unrecognizable rasp. She stared at him, her eyes wide and shocked, the gun hanging limply in her nerveless hands. He took off his coat slowly, trying to do it without moving his arms much. He let the coat drop and slow lay down. She saw the back of his shirt was a red mat. Eight long, ragged gashes crossed his back where the demon’s claws had sought purchase. The sight of it snapped her.