“About me?”
“You could’ve done things to him. You can…” He hunted for words that wouldn’t bite. “Summon things. Push things. Teleport people. You could’ve done any of that. To him. But you didn’t. You ran.”
“Because I’m scared.” Justin shut his eyes. “Like I told you. Scared of everything.”
“Oh f**k no,” Kris said, angry now: at David, at the situation, at his own inadequacy. “No. Listen. It’s not being a—a coward or whatever—when you’re stronger than he is. And you know it. If you’d fought back you would’ve hurt him. And that’s not you. You don’t hurt anyone.”
“I’m a demon,” Justin whispered. “Maybe I do. Maybe I am—what I am, maybe he’s right, I don’t know anymore…”
“No.” Kris squeezed his hand. Done being subtle: time for sincerity. Passion. “Look. Look at this. Us.”
“You…holding
