THE SKY BRIGHTENED with the first taste of dawn and Kissera felt the familiar tug of sleep. Oh, no you don't. “Did you get it?”
“I did, but you should go easy on this stuff,” Charouth warned. “You've been chugging a lot of angel blood lately. Besides, Mata knows I'm up to something. I don't want her to get in trouble.”
“Just give it. I still have work to do,” Kissera snapped.
Charouth produced another vial of Lucifer's progeny's blood. Kissera popped the cork then swallowed the contents in one gulp. After a few seconds, warmth spread throughout her body like sinking into a relaxing bath. The reaction wasn't fiery like Lucifer's blood, but it'd get the job done. Fortified against the dawn, Kissera turned to Varro again.
“Why did you do it?”
“Do what?” Varro's voice was barely a whis
