I could feel the wards shake around me, crumbling as the family moaned with the effort to keep them active. The Sidhe magic hummed against me, bouncing sounds and emotions from the coven and back to me.

I ignored it all, even when I heard Mom call my name, even while someone gripped my hand so hard I knew I'd be bruised.

None of it mattered. Nothing beyond the power inside me had any meaning whatsoever.

My demon feared being lost, forgotten. She couldn't have ...