Two days later I propped my elbows up on Mel's work table in the basement of the P.I.T. building and watched her work. I couldn't believe everything we'd been through in the past couple of days. I prayed to the Goddess life could get back to normal now. The murderer was caught, Galen was cleared, and the big bad hovering around Flint seemed to be quiet for now.

And whatever Devlin put inside me was quiet. I could still feel it curled there, resting, waiting. For what I had no ...