She dabbed at the blood running from the bite on her neck. She felt for the puncture holes. Two on the back of her shoulder, two on her collarbone. Twelve Horns missed her jugular by a mile.
The front door swung open. “Hey.” Dante dropped to the floor before Anja. “You’re bleeding.” He moved her hand to see the damage.
Dante got a good look at her. “Demon?”
Dante glanced to his left at the destroyed kitchen wall. “You went through the wall or it went through?”
Dante checked her for obvious wounds from it.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“You know better than to apologize. It’s a wall. Nothing a little handy work can’t fix. Are you hurt anywhere else?”
“I can’t walk. No energy.”
“Okay. I got you.” He offered his hands and lifted her to her feet. When she wobbled, she leaned entirely on his arm for strength. “Let’s get you out of here.”
Dante paused at the door with her. Anja glanced back at the house once more, replaying brief moments of the fight. All she suffered was worth clearing the house of evil so someone else could enjoy a loving home for their family.
Dante helped her outside into the cool night breeze. Anja sighed in its relief. Dante supported her there on the porch while she recovered. Replenishing her lungs with fresh air, her heated skin cooling off in the spring wind.
Anja cracked a smile.