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before he finished searching the house. The
continuum
undulated with dark magic, polluted by the aura of a powerful demon. Jen was out there somewhere. Her car was in the drive, which meant she was on foot. Alone. Unprotected.
    And he might be too late.
    The trinity twisted and writhed, feeling his fear, feeding on it and straining to get out.
    “Go,” he snarled, and the trinity oozed free, rising into the moonless night, wraiths in the shadows, leading him to the one he sought. Jen. He ran flat out for the woods, knowing she was there. In the woods. With a demon.
    He needed to get to her, protect her. He couldn’t lose her, not Jen.
    The air felt wrong. Tasted
wrong
. There was a demon out there, and something else. A sorcerer? Perhaps.
    Trees flew past in a blur. Daemon tore full tilt toward the thick miasma of dark magic that oozed through the forest, foreign and vile. Then he saw Jen and his heart twisted. She was backed up against a tree, her face pale, her eyes wide. He took in every part of her at a glance. She appeared unharmed, but her splint was off and her crutches nowhere to be seen.
    Not ten feet from her was a demon, gray cracked hide stretched over its meaty frame, blackened lips peeled back from row upon row of jagged yellow teeth.
    “Run,” she cried, her eyes locked on him, her features etched with fear. He saw her lips move, but he couldn’t hear the word past the roaring in his ears. She was trapped by a nightmare, but her one thought was for him.
    Everything inside Daemon rebelled. He would lose her. Either way, he would lose her. She would die at the hands of this monstrous, foul beast, or Daemon would summon the trinity and save her and she would see him then for exactly what he was.
    I despise you
. A condemnation from centuries past. He couldn’t bear to hear those words from Jen’s lips. But the alternative was worse. She would die.
    The beast stepped toward her. She drew herself up and closed her eyes, as though she could not bear to see the promise of her death in its obsidian gaze.
    Daemon surged forward and snarled. “Come to me.” His voice echoed through the trees, and the trinity came, swirling around him, through him, searing him to the bone and ramping his power to its highest level.
    Jen’s gaze shot to him, and for an instant everything around them ceased to be. She saw him for all he was and all he could never be. Not human. Not mortal.
    I’m sorry, Jen.
    She held his gaze and drew a deep breath, casting her arms wide. Her body jerked then froze. Glittering, sharp-edged filaments of light swelled around her, swaying and weaving until they reached the demon, curling about its limbs as it lunged for her, claws bared. She jerked away with a cry as one curled talon raked her skin and a thick line of blood welled on her arm.
    Daemon leaped, rage coursing through him. The demon turned, one massive arm hammering him across the chest, sending him flying back through the air. The breath rushed out of him as he slammed against the trunk of a tree and slid to the ground.
    The pain was sharp and cold, and he drew on it, let it feed his rage.
    Bounding to his feet he pulled power from his core, feeding the trinity and allowing their darkness to feed him. He wheeled toward Jen. She was consumed by light now, filaments of energy forming a writhing nimbus around her.
    The sorcerer vibe he’d felt earlier. She was the source. How could he have missed that all these weeks? A question for later.
    He sent the trinity to their task, his light and theirs spilling through hers in a tumult of energy until the demon began to crackle and fizz, and finally burned away in a curl of smoke.
    Her eyes met his, fever bright. Then she slumped against the tree as though their victory had drained her.
    “Jen!” He leaped forward and caught her against him, holding her tight, desperate to feel the warmth of her skin, to know she lived and breathed still. Only when he felt her arms come around his waist did he