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fury, and she didn’t know what his wolf side would do with the kind of power he now had at his disposal.
    Cassius’s eyes narrowed. “I am an enemy. A threat. If you are truly bound to the Eye, then why not wield it to cut me down?”
    Mick flashed a wicked grin. “Why send a demon when I’d rather save the fun part for myself?”
    He sprang, body rocketing through the air, shifting from skin to fur and fangs so fast she could hardly track him. But Cassius was faster. Even as Mick’s forepaws hit him in the chest, he jerked back, saving his throat from the snap of Mick’s jaws. Then they were moving, a blur of black and white that she could only follow by the sound of their snarls.
    Heart in her throat, Sophie ran for the nearest set of scaffolding, intent on getting to Liza. She couldn’t waste this opportunity. Up she climbed, then leapt for the next platform. Still not close enough! She looked up at the pulleys holding the chain and felt terror claw through her as she realized there was no way to reach them.
    She looked to her sister. Liza’s eyes were wide and panicked.
    “ Can you move your legs?” Sophie shouted.
    In response she twitched her feet a couple of inches.
    “ Please try, Liza. Get some momentum going and swing toward me. I should be able to catch you.”
    Liza screwed up her face in concentration or pain, but she kicked out, wriggling like a fish on a line.
    “ That’s good. Come on, a little more. Just like gymnastics when we were kids. You can do it!” Sophie shouted. Her heart was lodged in her throat. This was risky. So risky. If Liza swung the wrong way, she’d hit the saw.
    She looked for Mick, hearing the general crash of the fight in the far corner, but she couldn’t actually see anything. They were still moving. That had to mean Mick was holding his own.
    Her mind was split between prayers of safety for Mick and shouts of encouragement to her sister who swung two feet. Four.
    “ Keep kicking!”
    A horrible scream of metal ripped through the warehouse.
    The roof! Oh gods the storm is on top of us!
    The roof peeled back as if by the hands of an enraged Titan and the howl of wind battered her senses. Above her some of the pulleys broke loose, crashing in pieces toward the ground. All around her, wood and scaffolding began to slide and tumble in the gale. She dove flat on the walkway, narrowly avoiding a wooden crate as it pinwheeled above her. Glass shattered. On the cable Liza was buffeted, swinging now in a circular motion instead of back and forth, closer and closer to the saw.
    “ No!”
    Sophie looked around frantically for a rope, a chain, anything she could toss out to try and snag Liza. But there was nothing.
    From across the warehouse came another deafening crash.
    “ Insolent dog!” snarled Cassius. His hand wrapped tightly around Mick’s throat, shoving him against the brick wall. Another few inches and his neck was going to snap.
    “ Mick!” she screamed.
    Desperate, enraged, Sophie drew herself up in the center of the chaos and lifted her face to the hellish sky. Immediately she felt it—the pull of the wind, the lashing rain, the pulsing heart of power at the center of the hurricane. It was hers to command.
    She was the eye of the storm.
    The building shuddered as she drew down the wind. With one part of her mind, she shut her sister away from the storm, the blue energy field glowing bright and bold. The rest of her focus was on Mick.
    Sophie pulled the storm around her like a cloak, everything in the warehouse spinning faster and faster. Wind. Water. Debris. The vampire’s grip loosened on Mick’s throat as he stared back, confusion replacing the fury etched on his pale face.
    She reached out one hand and a giant fist of water knocked Cassius aside. He stumbled, trying to right himself, but she hit him again with another tidal punch. Then Sophie caught him in the wind. Sucked him up until he was swirling, whirling around her. Faster, faster. Sophie felt her