“And I need yours.” Her voice wasn’t as strong as before either. I frowned, wanting to reach out for her, but I refrained as she looked me up and down. “What have you been doing, playing in the swamp?”

I looked down at my clothing, splattered with mud and bits of moss and other foliage. “Yes.” Her eyebrows went up and her body faded a little more even as I watched. “Gran, what’s happening to you?”

“Tell me your woes first, honey girl,” she said, waving a hand at me to go on.

I took a breath and gathered my thoughts. “Someone attacked a half-man for his fur about six months ago, then two months later his blood, and now they are still hunting him which can only mean they want his death. I have to keep him safe. And I think maybe they are using demons?” That was a stretch there because I wasn’t sure, but running into two demons in one day, I wasn’t going to discount it, especially since the chains of one had been on Eric’s property. Really, it made no sense to me as to why a demon would be after a half-man when it was obvious that a person with a gun was shooting at Eric. But I wasn’t as familiar with the shadow world of Savannah as Gran had been, and where the intricacies would lie.

She tapped a finger against her chin while holding her elbow with the other hand. Classic Gran thinking pose.

“Anything else?” she asked.

“The demons have chains of some sort with them.”

“What kind of metal?”

I grimaced. “You want me to guess?”

She shot me a sharp glance. “No, as good as you are at that, I think this is not the time for guesses.”

I thought about the chains left behind by the demon at Crash’s place. “I can find out.”

She nodded. “That will help pin down what is happening, and it’ll give me time to think on it. Without my book, I . . . well, it’s nothing.”

I grinned. “The red leather book? I have it! I bought it on Death Row!”

She clapped her hands together. Okay, she made the motion and my brain supplied the sound that should have issued from her hands. “Excellent. Bring it here tonight, we need it.”

I could do that. “Midnight, or the witching hour?”

“Just before midnight, please.” Her body faded a little more. “Without the house being occupied, I’m drifting, honey girl. My thoughts are not as clear, and my memories are not as sharp as when I was alive. I’m afraid—”

We were interrupted by Eric coming up the stairs. “I think maybe someone found us, I heard voices and feet on the stairs.”

“Get in here.” I grabbed him and dragged him into the bedroom. “Gran?”