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remove the cloth that had kept her face shrouded from me. Indigo hair cascaded down, a beautiful, unnatural waterfall of color, and my heart sank.
    “Amythist?” I managed say from between clenched teeth. The magic faltered as her sapphire eyes met mine. That was all I needed. Shoving her back, I then used both fists to punch her in the chest. She fell into the wall, gasping for breath. A blow like that should have crushed her sternum, but she wasn’t all witch like I wasn’t all Were.
    Pushing off the wall Amythist stood with her hands at her sides, palms up. Lavender sorcery flowed from her fingers like smoke. It slithered across the floor so quickly that I didn’t have time to react. The lavender magic coiled around my legs and for several moments, nothing happened. Then pain crushed my chest and forced the air out of my lungs. My back bowed in pain as Amythist took the pain of my earlier blow and fed it back to me. I felt my body bend under the weight of the strike until my legs gave out. I sank onto the floor.
    The sorcery dissipated as Amythist stalked over to me. “I’m sorry, Sarah,” she said with pain filling her voice. “I can’t stop. Rose will give me what I need if I kill you.”
    I wanted to ask her what she needed when Amythist’s power flared again, and I writhed on the floor. Pain lacerated my insides, and all my mental barriers cracked.
    I felt the air shift around me as the pressure changed. Suddenly, two sets of hands grabbed Amythist and shoved her back against the wall. I gasped for breath, as Damian strode to my side. Tears came to my eyes as I tried to sit up. The woman stood against my closet door, hands above her head. Dez stood before her, a warning hand held up at chest level. A ghost of a smile passed my lips as I saw the glittery blue polish that decorated Dez’s fingernails.
    “I have no quarrel with you,” Amythist said, lacing her fingers together and placing them on her head. “I have a warrant from the Blood Moon Corporation, signed by Rose Mykal herself, for the werewolf’s execution.”
    “Let me see it,” Dez said as Damian stepped in front of me, blocking Amythist’s view. I stood, ignoring the wave of nausea I felt for moving so quickly, and looked over Damian’s shoulder at my old friend.
    Moving carefully, Amythist unzipped her cat-suit down to the waist, exposing her heavy cleavage in a turquoise lace bra. Just as slowly, she reached into the waist of her suit, pulled out a folded sheet of paper, and handed it to Dez. He didn’t even look twice at her as he took the paper and opened it. Damian held out an arm, blocking me, as Amythist zipped her suit back up. She looked up at the born vampire and smiled.
    “I’m not going to do anything, Lord Vampire,” she said with a glimmer of mirth in her eyes. “I have strict orders not to harm you or your vampires.”
    “What does the BMC care about my well being?”
    Amythist shrugged. “Haven’t a clue and never thought to ask.”
    Dez walked over to us, handing the paper to Damian as his eyes focused on me. “It’s legit, boss. According to this, their laws dictate that we are to hand Sarah over without a fight.”
    Amythist took a step forward. Damian hissed, and I felt the full force of his power slam against her. She fell back against the wall. Her hands came up to her head as she tried to steady herself against his onslaught.
    “I’m sorry to disappoint you, my dear,” Damian growled, “but my laws are older than yours.”
    History filled my head at his words. The Blood Moon Corporation, or Guild as it was known then, was created during the Black Plague to keep the supernaturals in line. The year was 1349 AD. Damian’s wife, Phaedra died during the Visigoth’s attack on Rome in 410 AD. Even then he wasn’t young, having hundreds of years under his belt at the time. Damian was so much older than the BMC. I could feel hope rising at the expression on Amythist’s face.
    “I know not your laws, Lord