Even if Jimmy hadn't scratched a break in the circle, Becca doubted it would have had any effect on Clyde. He was so perfectly human that it almost made her jealous--but at the same time she could have loved him for it.
She winced involuntarily as he reached out and caught her chin--just the slightest of flinches that showed mostly around her eyes as she willed herself not to pull away from him, not because he hurt her, but because the thought of him seeing her like this--of disappointing him--hurt in a different way.
"One good guess," she whispered, keeping her voice soft to disguise the hoarseness. She let him pull her close, her shoulders sagging in relief that the trap was still broken. She had none of Ruby's vain confidence, and after the rude awakening to just how vulnerable she could be to the demon's weaknesses, very little of her own.