It didn’t make sense. I just kept repeating those words in my head over and over. Tennessee was right there yet he wasn’t moving. He just stood in one place holding Archangel Michael’s sword, killing anything that dared to come near him. But the Tennessee we all knew could’ve swept through these demons like he was dancing. And Tegan was merely pushing the demons back. She wasn’t killing them. The girl had scary amounts of magic, yet she wasn’t using it. I wanted to scream and vomit and cry.

A spider-demon dropped from the balcony right in front of us, but when it hit the ground it had changed shape. Now it was the size of a car and looked more like a whale with four legs. My breath left me in a rush. The Coven all looked up at it with horror in their eyes.

“What the hell is that?” Pierce’s voice was low and rough.

Sweyn’s answer was a deep, evil chuckle. She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Babe! MORPHER!” Tenn shouted.

I gasped. “A morpher-demon. Those are real?”

“Real and glorious.” Sweyn’s laughter sent chills down my spine. “Nearly impossible to kill.”

Tegan threw her hands up and fired rainbow smoke into the morpher, forcing it into the air above her head. She dropped to her knees, her arms already trembling. “I’ll hold it!”

Two wolf-demons lunged from their left side, shifting mid-air into giant bats. Four other small demons leapt forward and changed into flying demons one after another. Tenn cursed and threw his hands out, his muscles twitching and pulsing as he held them in place.

The Coven’s two best weapons were now rendered useless.

They couldn’t win this on their own. I reached up and pressed my fingers to the pearl hanging on my choker, the same one Jackson Lancaster had given me in December. Tegan insisted I keep it on so I never took it off, not that I knew what it did. It just gave me comfort to hold. Come on, come on. Just kill the morphers and bail.

Shit. What do I do? Even if I reveal my loyalty right now, what good am I to them? It’s daylight still. My magic isn’t that strong. It won’t do shit against all these demons. Pierce doesn’t have magic either. SHIT.

Thick, black smoke shot up from the ground just behind The Coven. I frowned and looked over just as a figure dressed in all black stepped into the sunlight, his long white hair glowing in the sunshine.

“NO,” the Unseelie Prince whispered.

Sweyn choked on a gasp.