I was practically flying when I hit the ground at the bottom of the stairs, already shrunk to my normal size. The urge to keep going, pound my way through the veil and to the vampire mansion, smear opposition and cut the bitch's throat was so powerful I had to force myself to breathe. Knew it was my demon's impulsiveness driving me.

Sure it was, Syd.

I fixed my waiting friends with a grin of evil delight. "The mansion," I said.

Sebastian groaned softly, tapped ...