Calm down. I’m a demon, Nick. Hematite doesn’t like my genetics. It doesn’t mean anything other than I have really bad parentage.”<br />“Then why am I having flashes of you killing me?”<br />“What’d you eat this morning?”<br />Nick didn’t care for that answer. Not one little bit. “I saw it happen. You were choking the life out of me.”<br />Caleb rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah. That is definitely a figment of your overactive, over-Hollywood-stimulated imagination. I assure you. I don’t kill people that way. Takes too long. I’m not into torture. I prefer a quick death so that I can move on to something more satisfying.”<br />Strangely enough, that he believed. Patience wasn’t a virtue Caleb practiced. “You sure?”<br />“Dude, look at me. You think I’d have let the demons pound all over me last night so that you could escape if I had any intention of killing you? Really?