Devious drew himself up to his full eighteen inches. “I sincerely hope you're not taking a baby to a monster fight.”
“Actually that's exactly what I intend to do, Devious. Lucy can strip the spirits out of these things quicker than you can say Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.”
“Easy for you to say. You're not the one trying to keep her safe.”
“This is not up for discussion, Imp.” Gillian gave him a gentle shove with her foot. “Just one of those things almost destroyed the manor. I don't want to see what damage a few dozen of them can cause.”
“Apologies.” Devious rubbed his thigh where the toe of her boot would bring up a bruise. “You know best, of course. I just worry for the little mite.”
“As do we all.” Gillian stalked smartly away.
“Well stop it.” Harold picked her up and cradled her. “This little mite eats demons for breakfast. She has two of Manoach's Legionnaires inside her already.”
“Really. Now go and do as I asked of you, and bring back something for Dill to consume as well. Puréed, preferably.”
“Yes, sir.” Devious almost saluted, thought better of it and vanished.
“Here.” Gillian handed him one of her packets of blood. O-positive, Harold noted, rather than her favourite AB-negative but the thought was there. “Give that to your friend. See if it's worth trying to save him.”
“Thank you.” Harold rose and handed her the sleeping child. “Would you put Lucy down for a nap while I fetch a--”
She handed him a plastic tube.