Shit. She knew that voice. She knew it all too well. And hell if anyone deserved the kind of death that Vincent had dreamed up for mankind, but someone like Trip, who'd only ever been kind to Faye, no. She couldn't even fathom it, being responsible for someone getting hurt who'd been nothing but kind, tolerating every last of her whims.

"No," she gritted, waving her arm in his direction, trying to get him to turn the other way. Her gaze stuttered, unable to see properly through the flash of light and beat of wings.

"Trip, turn around, go the other way!"