I brushed back my dark hair from my shoulders, refraining from my usual ponytail in favor of leaving the wavy heaviness hanging loose around me. Though it rankled to conform, I'd carefully dressed in a dark blue silk blouse and floor length, black velvet skirt, a pentagram patterned silver chain belt hanging around my waist.

I touched the matching encircled star around my throat, staring into the restored mirror of my dressing table. Quaid had ...