Lavender had ran into the kitchen, ducking around the entryway wall to catch her breath. Her heart was racing now as she listened to Nicodemus follow her down the stairs. She wanted him as far and away from Truth as possible. “Leave him alone! You can’t have him!” She shouted back, scared but also angry that the demon took over Malachi’s body. This wasn’t suppose to happen.
She reached for a large glass pitcher that was on the counter and clutched it in her hand. She didn’t want to hurt him but she would if she had to, to save him.