After I ignore another demanding knock, it opens to a man in white robes. I jump to my feet, Nizzara’s dagger clutched in my fist. Thaddeus steps in. I’m starved and not capable of reigning in my darker self, so the monster inside begins climbing to the surface. Before I can take a step in his direction, dark purple smoke washes his face and it’s— “You’re in my room.” Her voice is just as menacing as I remember. My hand falls slack at my side, my voice splintering. “Lo.”
