Lydia writhed on the bed, trying to hold off the demon. Galen knew she was fighting as hard as she could. "Alcineath is getting stronger. But love is a powerful magic. You're pissing her off because she expected it to be all over by now. She's going to kill you if she can, Galen. You first, then Jason." Her voice was weak and thready, her breathing shallow.

"She isn't going to get the chance."

Before he could say anything else the eyes changed again and she gave a vile, ...