Paul was already coming in for another attack, a black blur of savagery and strength.

I forced myself to stand to meet him head-on. "Lovely night for a stroll, isn't it?"

He stopped suddenly as if I'd produced a wall in front of me, one built with a flashing reminder of his first defeat, the one by the Senate, the one that had caused him to lose his power in the first place, the root of his obsession with those dark words and killing the slayer for his power.

Pain ...