"Syd!" Liam's desperate cry spun me around. I raced to him and fell to my knees, one hand pressed to Fergus's chest, just below the wound. Shaylee felt around inside, winced at the taint of dark Sidhe magic. My demon snarled, grasped both of us by the scruffs of our power and used the three of us to latch onto the bullet still buried in the old man's flesh.

It was torture, disgusting, painful and so vile I wanted to pull away, to abandon the attempt, to leave the horrible ...