James, Paxton, and that sneaky little sloth demon
Vampires were damn fast and Davian didn't stand a chance of making good his escape. The cold hand closed around his throat so quickly that Davian made a choking sound, and then a heavy grunt as he hit the stone wall. With his feet fangling, kicking, Davian's tail curled up and around James's wrist, coiling like a black snake up his arm. Davian's terrified eyes locked on James's incensed face and he tried to swallow around the tight hold on his throat.
Fuck, he was going to die. This was the end. At least it was with Paxton and he wasn't dying alone.
His brother's sharp commanding voice dispelled the pending doom and averted Davian's thoughts on just how he was going to die - heart ripped out? Neck broken? - and he went still. When the grip on his throat lessened, dropping him to the floor, Davian fell all the way down with a gasp. Hand going to his throat, Davian wanted nothing more than to crawl away on his belly, but Paxton's order stayed him. Brother or no brother, he couldn't ignore the direct command from a higher ranking demon.