Okay, you drive, she said. I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.
Just let me sleep, she grumbled. Let me sleep, and I'll sign a paper that you're a fucking angel.
Demons are coming, Vivian. They're finding ways around the rules. The genetic checks and balances have been broken, and the demon genome is going to repair itself. We're going to become who we were. M...