June 25th excerpt:
“I told you I’m not going to hurtcha,” Sam said, frowning at the exaggerated movements from his hand. “Just… don’t want to get my laptop wet.”
He bit the cap off the bottle of holy water, which was in an extravagant clear plastic bottle shaped like Mary, Mother of Jesus, and tilted it so a drop hung out, then shook the entire thing to jar the drop free and send it splashing onto Jacob’s head.
Brothers Apart 