“Your family is freaking nuts,” Willow noted, and raised a brow as Lilith let out a loud snort. “I mean, a vampire princess, a headless horseman, a guy from literal myth, and I’m pretty sure I ran into the personification of winter before you showed up.”

“The Underground has many kinds,” Lilith said, and pressed herself closer to Willow.

They walked through the mundane world, the morning sun gently rising, with Willow keeping a large umbrella over ...