“Fighting each other is doing their work for them.” Finn pulled her away from me before my temper could snap or hers could boil over. “Don’t do their work. Do our work.”

Devi didn’t even glance at him. She was too busy glaring at me.

“I’m done apologizing for my existence, Devi. I’m not sorry that I’m here, and I’m not sorry that I’m one of you, and I’m not sorry that we saved hundreds of innocent people today. Hell, you saved way more than I did.”

She looked only slightly mollified by my admission. “Those ‘innocent people’ were chanting for them to burn your friend alive. What century is this, anyway?” Devi slammed her bottle down on the table and water sloshed over her hand. “That was barbaric. Beyond that, it’s asinine. Souls have no physical form—Finn’s proof of that—but fire is the physical expense of energy, right? So why on earth would fire have any effect whatsoever on a soul? That wouldn’t make sense even if your friend was possessed.”

“And they know that.” I tried not to think about what I’d seen. About the friend I’d just lost. About the horrifying stench of burning flesh still clinging to our clothes. Look forward, Nina. Focus on what can still be dealt with. “Which brings me back to my original question. Did anyone else see their eyes?”

“I saw them,” Finn said with Maddock’s voice. “That’s what I was coming back to tell you.”

Ohhh. The problem he’d mentioned hadn’t been the incoming degenerates. He’d been talking about the demons in Church robes.

“Whose eyes?” Reese twisted the cap from his own bottle of water and accepted a cellophane-wrapped muffin from Grayson with his other hand.

“All of them.” I glanced at Finn, and he held up one finger, asking for me to wait. Then he closed his eyes, and when they opened again, Maddock looked out at me from his own body. He stiffened and blinked in momentary confusion, then relaxed a little when he saw the familiar surroundings and faces he knew.

When his gaze lost focus, I realized Finn was filling Maddock in on the parts he’d missed. Then Maddock frowned at me. “They were demons? All of them?”

“All of who?” Devi said.

“The Church.” Grayson sank into her chair, stunned by what she’d obviously heard from Finn.

I nodded. “Every single cassock-wearing son of a bitch out there chasing us today had shiny demon eyes. The cops. The deacon. The fake exorcists. Even the cameramen. They were all possessed.”

“All of them?” Reese froze in the middle of unwrapping his muffin. “Are you sure?”

I shrugged. “All the ones I saw.”

“Finn says, ‘Me too.’ ” Grayson relayed the information in a flat, shocked voice. “That’s why he couldn’t get Melanie out. He couldn’t get inside anyone with the authority to unlock her cell, because everyone who qualified was already possessed.”

“Of course they were.” Devi glared at me, hands propped on the generous curves of her hips. “Naturally, Nina’s the product of a town being run by demons!”