A hand reaches through the dark and pushes Jean Marc back. I turn to see Rupe hovering over me, scowling at the older of the Dumont brothers.

"She's not yours yet," he snaps. "Remember who your real master is, boy."

Jean Marc's scowl offers a fraction of satisfaction, enough I'm able to pull myself together. I feel Sage with me, can smell him now I'm not panicking anymore. At least we're still together. I glare at Rupe who looks ...