For all that she adored the power that names gave her, she rarely used it these days. It payed to have demons on your payroll after all.

But sometimes, when foolish mortals dared to lay a hand on what was hers, she let her malicious nature out to play.

Dio was hers. Amari, Cal and Ben were hers. Hamish and Rob and all the little men were hers. Hell, even Nauvoo was hers.

She didn’t like it when people touched what was hers.

Take, for example, the last time someone had tried to lay a hand on Amari. Despite their age, they were frightfully naïve.

that man had been dumb enough to give her his name, even with all the clues she was a fae. He’d been found sometime later, dead because of a heart attack.