But Em heard the crackle of fire, saw the play of shadows hinting at flame light in the next room, and her fear of Cortez and warnings to Jag were forgotten. She jerked free of Jag's grasp and ran into the flat.

Fabian laughed and lunged, his hand reaching out for her. "Oh, you want another dose?"

Habit or instinct, something drew Em's gaze to the cards on the ottoman, and the color began to fade from eyes that were fear-wide and hate-hard.