Jamie got himself a glass of water, draining half of it in one long gulp, then sitting down at the kitchen table.
"Lena, it's not your fault," he assured her. "I never told anyone what he looked like, I didn't think I'd ever see him again. And demons just like to fuck with people for their sick kicks. Plus, you know...like hell was I going to leave you behind. I never would have forgiven myself."