If what Gillian is saying is correct, every demon in Hell is going to be after her. We need to get downstairs so I can call the only two angels I trust for something this serious: Cas and Zakiel. We. I turn back to see my little scientist still sitting on the sofa, staring at me openmouthed. “What are you doing?” Her voice is incredulous. I stride over and grab her hand. “We need to hurry.” She resists my attempt to pull her to her feet. “I thought you said this place is safe.” Dammit. I sigh. “Gillian, this place is safe from a normal demon attack. But if you’ve found a way to close the portals from the underworld—and they know about it—this is not going to be a normal demon attack.” “Why is it that when I’m with you, the entire world changes every few hours?” “The world hasn’t changed,”
