Kant exhaled the disinfectant-heavy air. "Let him go."
Hale stared at him through Gabriel's blue eyes, wearing that all-knowing, superior look. "You do not command me."
"And you have no right to his body." Kant took his arm as if he could pull Gabriel away from the evil spirit. "Get. Out."
Hale yanked his arm free, lifting his chin in arrogance. Dark, smoky energy curled around Gabriel's forearms. "You think you can force me out?"
With a sharp swing, he drove his fist into the wall, inches from Kant's head. The bathroom's lights flickered at the impact, and for a second, the world seemed to tilt.
"I am through being patient!"
It happened so fast that Kant didn't flinch. The tiles crumbled, rubble scattering by his feet.
He slowly looked back to Hale, frowning. What the fuck, honestly?
Hale's expression faltered—not from Kant's glare, but from pain. He pulled back his fist, hiding a wince. The knuckles were bruised and bleeding.
