Zurin's eyes darted around the crowd, her muscles tensing. "You think it's one of theirs? Someone else they sent?"
Xylo didn't answer right away. Instead he dropped the cigarette, crushing it beneath his heel.
"It's not worth the risk," he said. "We're leave. Now."
Zurin hesitated, her hand still on her axe. "But she's right there—"
"Now," Xylo repeated, his tone brooking no argument.
It wasn't a risk he was willing to take because If the demon back there turned out to be someone who would defend the girl instead, it would only create another complication they hadn't planned for.
Zurin cursed under her breath, then turned and began moving back toward the car.
It was then that Ethan reacted with widened eyes. His mind raced quickly; maybe he was wrong. Maybe they actually saw him and decided they didn't want to engage any further.
"Shit," he whispered. Good thing the call was still connected, so even as he said it, "they're turning back."
