James shook his head. "Believe me," he said to Derek, "I'm the last one to judge you for it."
His eyes narrowed in concentration as he watched Phanuel. He was out of his depth on this. He didn't have a line in to Christianity. How would he know if what was happening was right? What would he do if the wings (impressive new detail) charred off Phanuel, or if Elfleda clawed her way out of Penny's guts and made a lunge for one of them? If the whole front wall of the motel room caved in and they were swarmed?
Grit his teeth, swallow the panic, and do the first thing that came to mind. That's all he could do.