Hannah had never seen a wraith before or a full-on battle. She’d visited Kellcasse a number of times, but the Invictus, thank God, hadn’t shown up. Her body felt oddly flushed as she watched. Her skin was warm and her hands tingled, as though she was getting ready for something, but for what she had no idea. And strangely, she felt an inexplicable connection to Jude because of these sensations. Slowly, she opened the door. Jude fought both the wraith and the vampire at the same time – a bonded wraith-pair – levitating, then flying back and forth in quick slashes to avoid being struck. He had some kind of blue shield in front of him as well. It moved with him as he whipped through the air. The vampire wore battle leathers like Jude’s but short boots. His black hair jerked around in lank, beaded strands, and he had a heavy scruff on his face. He held a dagger in his left hand, as if hoping for an opening. The wraith was a wispy-looking creature, a woman, who wore what looked like a gown of floating red strips of gauze-like fabric.
