"That's the plan. I can wait until she's ready to talk, sure, but the way things have been going, I know it could get pretty damn ugly."

His expression darkens, still inscrutable as ever, but something flickers in that golden fire behind his eyes.

"Not too long ago I managed to piss off just about every witch in England, and I've been getting tossed between worlds ever since. I'd be kidding myself if I thought this wasn't connected."

He doesn't regret for a minute what happened on the Sabbath, but this is war on an even more personal scale than he's ever experienced before. He has no idea what the hell he's gotten himself into.

And even worse, after six years with not so much as a letter exchanged between them, Liz has been thrown into it too. If something happens to her because of this, he'll never forgive himself.