Jacque’s mind wandered while she hovered somewhere within life and loss of life. Her body longed to release, to sink in to the tranquil abyss, to where she didn’t have to worry about rabid, child-snatching vampires and the carnage they’d triggered to so many innocent households. But something kept her here, tethered to this world. Something she couldn’t quite remember hovered just within the advantage of her consciousness, something vital.

It wasn’t Fane, he would be with her on the other side, she knew that..LEARNING MUCH MORE about The Burning up Claw If she died, he died as well and he wouldn’t have it any other way. She could feel Peri’s existence in her body. The fae was fighting, expending every ounce of her energy to maintain her and Fane alive and the strain was taking its toll around the fae. But why? Why was the fae fighting as if her own existence depended upon Jacque’s survival? Jacque was starting to remember someone else-someone that depended on her. A whole new life, valuable and ideal . . . her son.

Costin’s closest friend lay as if sleeping, clinging alive by only thread, held at the other end from the powerful fae. But the thread keeping Costin to his very own sanity was just as feeble. Sally, his globe, his light, his Brown-Eyes, the thing that continues the darkness at bay, was gone.