"For sure." I curled my fingers into the blanket, flashes of myself having gone super-demony assaulting me. I had no regrets for what I'd done, wouldn't apologize for what I was, but I braced myself for a new battle of acceptance. "Everyone hale and whole?"

Antonia rushed me. I pulled the blankets up like that could ward her off, gasping when she too, crushed me in a hug. Geez, what was with the Italians today?

"You want biscotti?" she said and handed me a container heaping ...