"Is fine," Marcus assured him. "Victoria Steele's warriors arrived ten minutes ago. The vampires retreated when they realized they were outnumbered."
Dominic sagged with relief, then winced as the silver wound in his shoulder burned. "We need to get to Ivy. The demon…"
"Is manifesting right now," Marcus finished. "Can you move?"
"I'll crawl if I have to."
They ran through the cathedral corridors, following the sound of battle. When they burst into the main chamber, Dominic's blood ran cold.
The demon had fully manifested. It towered fifteen feet tall, made of living shadow and crimson light, with too many eyes and a mouth that opened in directions that shouldn't exist. Around it, Ivy's wolves were fighting desperately, but every time they got close, the demon's mere presence sent them
