Before Devin had even heard the words, the hair on the back of his neck had stood up in warning, even if his senses had never been honed for ghosts. This was something beyond his normal perception. Instinct took over, and he reached for one of the daggers he'd taken to carrying around with him instead of picking up the sutures.

When the vampire spun to face where the voice had come from, however, he was holding the Genesis dagger - not the one he would have consciously chosen. His skin crawled, the flame in him brightening and dancing in agitation.

"Well, aren't we rude," he said dryly.