Chapter 383
The shock suffered from demon encounters was an often-enough occurrence in our office that Harry kept one of those warming closets for blankets on hand, like in a hospital.
I pulled the blanket up to my chin, grateful for the soothing heat. "Laying here and dying."
He wrenched me to my feet. For a bony old guy, he was very strong. "You are not dying. Do you understand?"
I shook his hands off from their death grip on my shoulders, retrieved the blanket that had slipped off, and wrapped it around myself. Much better. "You're not still upset about my final battle shenanigans-"
"Shenanigans?" Harry crushed his cigarette so hard the tobacco spilled out both ends. "Oh, wait. Are you perhaps referring to that one time you nearly killed yourself on national television?"
I winced. Yup, still upset.