We wound through the dark streets like a silent, deadly snake, our tongues tasting for any threats on the air, our eyes sharp. Could Allison see us coming, all thirty-four of us witches and vampires? I hoped so.

The plan was that Jeni, Paul, Philip, and I would head into the church first to demand answers. If those answers didn't come easily, or if we sparked trouble, we would shout once for help and twice for a lot of help. That was my idea anyway, and Hendry thought it might ...