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he walked toward the edge of the building.
    As he walked away, she noticed his long bone-white hair fluttering in the breeze. He had a graceful way of walking, majestic like an animal. Which of course was crazy. When he reached the edge, he turned and looked at her once more.
    “Heed my words. Save your soul.”
    “Wait!” She rushed after him. “Is she safe? Can you at least tell me that?”
    He paused as if pondering whether to give her the information or not, as if it wasn’t a good idea. “Yes, she’s safe.”
    He stepped up onto the ledge and jumped off the roof.
    Eden ran to the edge. When she looked over, he was nowhere in sight. Not falling to his death, not gliding down with a parachute or hanging from a helicopter. He was just gone. Evaporated into mist.
    But there was movement in the street below. It looked like a giant dog striding down the road. A dog or a large, pale wolf. Exactly like the one she’d seen trailing behind her the other night. Which was impossible, wasn’t it?
    Vertigo made her head swim and she stumbled back. But it was more than the fear of heights that made her mind muddled. Her whole life she’d been able to figure things out. Algebra equations and word anagrams were as easy to do as playing tic-tac-toe. She’d always been skilled in solving problems. But now, she had no clue how to figure this one out.
    Everything she’d experienced since the woman’s disappearance was beyond her scope of logic and reason.
    Eden rushed across the rooftop to the door that led to the levels below. When she wrapped her hand around the metal handle and tugged, she realized that her injured hand didn’t hurt anymore. Her throat constricted as she stared down at her hand. Unraveling the cloth, Eden took in slow, measured breaths. She wasn’t prepared for what she saw. Or didn’t see.
    The black burn had completely vanished. Her palm appeared pink like new skin.
    Flexing her fingers, Eden recalled Lilith’s words on the phone. She had talked about demons and evil, but what she had failed to mention was the other side.

Chapter Six
    Eden didn’t sleep much that night. Her dreams were filled with smoke-blowing demons and wolves with startling, pale eyes. And a man so perfect and pale she thought she’d go mad with wanting him.
    Eden Swain.
    Her name echoed between the buildings, joined by thousands of soft voices murmuring, as if every leaf on every tree was calling to her.
    Eden Swain , Eden Swain. Over here , Eden Swain.
    Eden looked around. She was no longer in the city but in a forest filled with towering trees and a heavy mist.
    A shadow crossed her path.
    “What do you want?” she called, spinning toward it, only to feel as if the shadow was behind her and not in front of her. “Where are you?”
    I’m here. Come to me , Eden.
    “Why should I listen to you?”
    There is only one way to save your soul.
    A white wolf appeared, the biggest wolf she’d ever seen. Its eyes glowed in the moonlight. Its teeth were bared but it wasn’t growling. No, an animal growled out of fear. This animal wasn’t fearful; it looked hungry, and if Eden wasn’t mistaken, she was going to be supper.
    Eden’s hands flew to her waist where her gun should have been holstered. It wasn’t there. Looking down at herself, she saw that she wasn’t dressed in her usual street clothes—she was wearing some billowing white gown, the kind of thing a Victorian virgin would wear on her wedding night.
    The kind of thing that was impossible to run in.
    But Eden had no choice. Without a weapon her only chance for survival was to run. She turned and fled, racing through the forest, dodging trees and jumping over fallen logs. The stupid nightgown she wore got caught on bushes and branches that tugged on her like tiny malevolent hands, tearing the fabric, making her stumble.
    At first she could hear the animal’s loping strides behind her, but panic and exertion deafened her senses so that the only sounds she heard were her