Cairax’s infectious claws, Corpse Girl surviving explosion

She helped him sit up. His knuckles ached. His chest itched and burned where the demon’s claws had raked his flesh. He was willing to bet the wounds were infected.
He looked at her. Her coat had sizzled away, and her jeans and shirt were singed. Charred in places. So was her hair. One of her arms and part of her face were burned.
He nodded at the arm. “How are you?”
Madelyn nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 573
Peter Clines
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