"Right... where to start," Kurt said, holding up his still-bleeding palm as blood dripped slowly onto the cracked pavement.
"Long story short, I drew this sigil, activated it with my blood, and—" He gestured vaguely at the empty space where the Reaper had been standing. "—Reaper goes poof."
Rook raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed, and the look on his face made it clear that a summary wasn't going to cut it.
Kurt sighed. He knew he'd have to give them more than that, just enough to satisfy their curiosity without revealing everything.
Emma's jaw tightened, and she closed the distance between them in two sharp strides, her voice dropping. "You scared the shit out of us, running off like that."
Kurt met her gaze, his expression softening despite the exhaustion weighing on him. "Yeah, well. Couldn't let that thing come after you lot, could I?"
