Bruno's roar rattled the glass panes, his twisted form lumbering toward Jack with heavy, murderous steps.
Jack froze, wide-eyed, back pressed against the wall.
The horns caught the lamplight, and his claws gleamed like obsidian blades. Just one swing, and Jack would be cut in half.
But before Bruno's claws could reach their mark, a blur cut through the space.
Noah.
He appeared between Jack and the raging demon in a crack of displaced air, his coat snapping behind him with the sudden movement.
His foot lashed out, striking Bruno square in the chest with a force that sent the horned brute crashing back into a row of overturned tables.
Wood splintered, the shockwave rattling every glass bottle left standing.
"Stay down," Noah muttered, though he knew Bruno couldn't understand. His sanity was gone.
Bruno pushed himself up with a roar, black veins pulsing along his neck, his claws carving long gouges in the floor as he charged.
