But whatever that sword was made of, it kept him locked in place, like some kind of invisible hand slapping him down. Dang those weapons! Couldn’t anyone carry regular steel anymore? He glared at the older man who was really spry for a pudgy dude. “What are you?” “I ask the questions here, demon, not you! You have two seconds left…” Just as Nick went to answer, a blur tackled Dr. Burdette and sent him slamming against the floor. He rolled and came to his feet, then swung at his assailant. The assailant turned out to be a pissed-off Caleb who ducked and swept Dr. Burdette off his feet again before he disarmed him with a punch so hard, Nick swore he felt it. When Caleb moved in for more damage that appeared to be a planned beheading, Nick sprang from the couch. “Whoa, buddy! Whoa!” Caleb looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Whoa? Are you friggin’ kidding me? He was about to pop your fool head off.” “Yeah, but he’s Bubba’s dad. I think … I mean … he is, right?
