“Holy shit,” Lex whispered into his hands.<br/><br/>Marcus took a second to register the situation before he stood and walked around the desk. Blue shot him an inquiring look, and he returned it with one of his own; it was a look of disdain. He looked the newcomers up and down. “I always knew demons never died.” It’s never really an appropriate time to joke when someone has a presumably very-loaded shotgun in the room, but it was a risk Marcus was willing to take.<br/><br/>Jenessa dragged a hand through her long hair and shifted her weight to one leg, hand on her hip. Marcus quickly became aware that she had a gun, too. “I-,” she started, before the hand that had mussed her hair instead pinched the bridge of her nose. “Yeah. I do.” She looked up at to the side, at the girl pointing a gun directly at her. “I know two of them, anyway. Hey, Lex, who’s your friend?”<br/><br/>“None of your fucking business,” Marcus all but spat. Lex himself remained silent, though he’d dropped his hands to the desk behind him. It was more to hold himself up than anything, because his legs could’ve easily given out from beneath him.<br/><br/>Jenessa’s sharp, pale eyes trained immediately on Marcus, narrowing dangerously. “I asked my husband.”