Nora's POV
"Naturally you'd claim that," James snaps, his voice dripping with skepticism. "But I'm not buying it for a second."
"When you escaped Hell," Hilary begins, settling against the bar counter, "it tore open a gateway. Picture ripping fabric and stitching it back together hastily. The seam becomes the weakest point, doesn't it? Desperate demons latched onto that fracture, slowly scratching and clawing to widen it again."
"Why are demons so desperate to leave Hell?" The question tumbles out before I can stop it. I still can't get a clear read on Hilary's intentions. "Don't you enjoy tormenting souls?"
