Dylan sneered. "You let yourself get distracted. it isn't my fault." The chain was cold, heavy, weighty beyond compare. He shivered and lifted his hands to pry it from around his neck. "Help you? You haven't asked. You're using brute force. " The man was infuriating. Everything Dylan said went straight from one ear and out the other. He was going to end up a prisoner, he was sure. No matter what he said or did. Well, at least it would be an experience to write about, once the whole ordeal was over and that one demon was killed.