Ein exhaled the disinfectant-heavy air. "Let him go."
Hale stared at him through Adriel's green eyes, wearing that all-knowing, superior look. "You do not command me."
"And you have no right to his body." Ein took his arm as if he could pull Adriel away from the evil spirit. "Get. Out."
Hale yanked his arm free, lifting his chin in arrogance. Dark, smoky energy curled around Adriel's forearms. "You think you can force me out?"
With a sharp swing, he drove his fist into the wall, inches from Ein'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 Ein 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 Ein's glare, but from pain. He pulled back his fist, hiding a wince. The knuckles were bruised and bleeding.
