I kept my arm extended, fingers spread, so they could see the last of the light—the reflection of my soul—as it receded into me.

“Any questions?”

For a moment, no one spoke. No one moved. Then one of the cops cleared his throat. “Captain Mitchell was possessed?” His focus dropped to the body still smoking at my feet, then quickly found my face again.

“Yes. As is every single consecrated member of the Unified Church.”

“She’s lying,” Bennett said. “She’s not an exorcist, she’s a demon, and she just killed an innocent man with some kind of demonic power!”

“Deacon Bennett is possessed.” I said it softly. Clearly. “Her sleeves are embroidered, her body is occupied, and her soul is being devoured as we speak. The demon inside her is scared, and it will say anything to protect itself.”

“Lies!” Bennett hissed. “She is the only demon here. The Church has declared her anathema. Shoot her in the leg!” When no one obeyed, the deacon turned on them in fury. “It is your sacred duty to follow my orders!”

I spread my arms slowly to keep from startling the men with guns, and my heart raced as I invited them to aim for my chest. “If you’re going to shoot me, why not just kill me?”

Two of the three adjusted their aim, pointing their guns at my heart. The third aimed at my head, while my pulse pounded in my throat.

“No!” Bennett shouted. “Wait for the exorcists. If you kill her, you’ll release the demon.”

All three lowered their aim, and I swallowed a groan. She was using the facts against me, and suddenly I realized she’d probably been manipulating people with their own beliefs since long before my grandparents were even born. I couldn’t convince my fellow humans that their revered leader was a demon. I would have to show them the truth—I would have to make her show them.

I took another deep breath and thought of Mellie, bound to the concrete on her knees, hungry and terrified. Then I lunged at the cop closest to the deacon.

His eyes went wide and he raised his aim. Bennett let loose an inhuman roar and sprang at him, blurring across my vision in order to protect me, because she couldn’t deliver a dead exorcist to Umbra. I’d expected her to snatch his gun with demonic speed and strength, but the reality was much more violent.

Blood arced over the front of my coat, spraying my chin with warm droplets. My focus dulled beneath a red haze and I froze, stunned.