Things are heating up fast on the East Coast, and I’m not sure even L.A. is far enough away. I’ve gotten word that the fix is in and I’m about to come head-to-head with my worst nightmare. Or my dreams are about to come true.

Either way, I still have to figure out if the voices in Max’s head are figments of his imagination or spirits trying to warn him of dangers ahead. I’m kind of hoping for the former, because a little insanity I can handle. Ultimate sacrifices and possibly losing the first guy who’s actually cared about me in over 200 hundred years—not so much.

Life may have been lonesome, but it was a hell of a lot simpler before I lost my heart to the music man.