Maybe I should have feared her. What she might have become. The last time I saw Alison, she'd attacked me, tried to steal my crystal from Demetrius.

Was blown apart by the power.

Instead, the boiling hate woke in full force as I grasped her by the front of her shirt-part of me remembering she was corporeal at the last minute-and shook her.

And shook her.

And shook her.

Until my arms ached. Until I was sobbing for air, pouring all of my rage and ...