"What?"
Jared snatched her arm and dragged her back into the tunnel, sealing it closed. "Run. Now." He started down the hallway.
"That's your plan?" she demanded, surprised. "What happen to the demon who can handle anything?"
"Demons are not stupid, human. We know when to run."
Someone slammed something against the door, and she jumped, dropping the torch. After a split second longer of hesitation, Past-Death turned and ran, following him into the darkness. They had to go somewhere safe, a hiding place only she knew about, and she racked her brain before deciding to trust the passageways to take them to safety.