Movement in the apartment caught his eye from his spot in darkest shadow. Through his eyes he saw her, as she dropped the spell, became her true self.

?In darkness, truth remains,? He said as he leapt from the roof to land on the narrow edge near the window of their once shared bedroom. It was time that she knew she was not alone. Time she saw her lover, her companion, her friend and what he had become in their time apart.

He looked at the lock he had installed what seemed like years ago, and with but a thought, the lock slid open, allowing him to duck into the room. She had grabbed something, something from a memory he thought lost. The blades he?d used on a rampage through the Summer Court. The night he made a new Queen, the night he started a downward spiral.

?Sidonie?? His voice cracked as he said her name, it was his voice, but mixed with the darkness of brimstone, the heat of the pit. He tried to clear his throat, and then was slammed to the floor with the weight of the world. He could feel his Fey?s power, but there was another, reaching, grabbing, and needing her, before turning focus on him.

?You are supposed to be dead,? The voice echoed through his mind, causing his eyes to squeeze tightly together with the pain. Even in the time served as his father?s object of hate, he?d not felt the pain like this. Wild, growing, and out of control. ?Suicide, really?? Another wave of pain slammed his body, forcing a sound from his throat. ?I expected more...?

Greg pushed to his feet, he didn?t kneel in Hell, he wasn?t going to start here. ?Enough!? He shouted, and the voice went silent. ?Sidonie, STOP!? He couldn?t see her, but he did not intend to lose her again.