Sakura melted out of the shadows. She openly gawked at Ean, who just looked back at her helplessly.
“What?” Ean asked. “JD left them at my place in case another demon tried to possess something in my refrigerator.”
Sakura opened her mouth to reply, reconscidered, and then shut it. Instead she daintily stepped through the empty space that had contained mystic wards just seconds ago — wards that had faded away when Michael stopped providing them energy, on account of his being dead — and started undoing Rachel’s bonds.
Rachel blinked repeatedly. Even through her eyelids she’d seen the laser’s brief, searing light. “What…” Rachel tried to ask.
“Don’t worry: you’re being rescued,” Sakura explained as she freed Rachel’s other wrist. “We’re the good guys.”