Poke. Wake up.

Grumble, mumble.

Poke, poke. You must wake.

Sigh. Breath.

Gasp.

I sat up and shot to my feet in the same motion, staggering as I fought for balance. But my physical body didn't matter.

Didn't.

Not when I couldn't feel my magic.

Correction. Not all of it. Demon? Missing. Shaylee? Nowhere to be felt. Vampire?

Yes, she sent. I'm here with you.

Relief and panic and fear and burning rage heating to ...