The pain of my shattered leg was overwhelming, even as my demon knit it together again. But I kept my eyes on my cousin.
And Harry Dresden. He was working with Harry Dresden. This was-why? I didn't understand it. And not understanding something could get you killed.
Or half your leg blown off. I gritted my teeth. Perhaps I would forgo eBay next time and just kill the wizard. And my dear cousin, of course. I didn't know what their understanding was. Thomas was probably feeding on him.
Honestly, I didn't care. They were both going to die anyway.