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Siya stood in the doorway clad in Atticus’ shirt and watched him change. She’d seen it before so long ago when they’d been fighting Decima but she’d not been so close physically or so emotionally invested. For a moment, just a moment because there were really more important things going on, she watched him. Tail, wings, horns sprouted from the body of her lover and she was certain he grew in that instant, though it might well have been simply his wings taking up space. She felt a flutter of something that wasn’t quite fear but was certainly related. Fear and something she could only name, excitement. Was it his incubus nature or something dark and unwholesome in her own nature? She supposed it didn’t matter. She grinned fiercely at his lifted eyebrow and wondered idly if he could make the transformation at will and just what that could mean. 
 
Sounds of struggle from the main room pulled her back from fantasy into reality and she turned without pause and blurred. Fueled by yet another dose of Demon blood she felt like there was nothing she couldn’t do. Her small, shirt-clad form blurred until it seemed as if it were made of shadows. Her eyes, all over black seemed to be the only solid thing about her though she retained the same general dimensions. She streaked down the hall towards the chaos. Someone needed to die, she reminded herself, preferably whoever had interrupted what had promised to be a very good evening. 

When they reached the great room they heard Mr. Bain call to them, speaking of Assassins and her heart froze. She swept her black gaze across the room, feeling weight lifting off of her when she laid eyes on first Veti and then Max. She felt the push of air that carried with it a scent of brimstone and something very male as Atticus pushed himself up to gain a better vantage. 

“There!” he called out and her eyes followed where he pointed. She was fast, but the Wight was faster. He let loose a burst of fire that made the room ring with it and Siya’s grin broadened. She’d come to love gun’s under Veti’s tutelage and understood better now the friendship her Wolf-friend had shown this decisive man. But before the gun-fire had gone off she’d seen the way the water had slid over the figure. She didn’t know if he’d been caught in the fire, she didn’t care. Mr. Bain had said assassins not assassin, that meant there was more than one. 

She cast her eyes about, looking past the chaos, into the shadows for more disturbances in the fall of the rain. She caught something out of the corner of her eyes. Simultaneously she felt as something, maybe, parted some shadows across the way. Like a cobweb across her skin it drew her focus like the petite Predator her lover sometimes called her. Her whole body stilled, gathered power and then streaked across the room in a blur of shadow. She did not put the lethal force into it she had when attacking the Nixie even though she felt enough power running through her that it would have been a small thing. She held herself back because she thought that someone might want answers. Also, she wanted to make sure that whoever it was understood just what it was they had done. I had been a year! A year since she’d has such a chance with Atticus and they had taken it from her. [i]And hurt people, they had hurt people too[/i], she added mentally as an afterthought. 

Faster than thought she was slamming into a void, a void that was solidly muscled and furred. A void that was significantly larger than her. But momentum made up for much and the two of them slid back and slammed into the wall. There was a snarl of surprise that was cut off in alarm and pain. Siya grinned up at the figure, her fangs fully out, looking like a debauched doll as shadows melted off of her. Thad’s rain plastered her platinum curls against her forehead and her purloined shirt to her slender form. 
 
Inside his chest her fingers slightly tightened on their grip around his heart sending a jolt of attention getting agony through him. It was a new trick, one she hadn’t had occasion to try. She let her dark satisfaction show as she grinned up at the sill hidden Assassin.

“Show yourself Cock-blocker or so help me I will make your end the very definition of Agony.” 

She tightened her fingers just a hair and made a soft noise of satisfaction at his gasp of pain. 

“I have one.” She called to friends and enemies alike. Let them come, she had plenty of tricks and more than enough blood to fuel it.