All of it, in its way, is what a demon would say--but not the cleverest of demons after all, because it's an opening, an opportunity for legitimate challenge. Whatever the treacherous denizens of the Fade might have gleaned from Vandelin's dreams and gathered that he wants, there are questions they can't answer and things they've never seen.

He lets his gaze linger on Kit's face, drinking it in even as he considers the challenge. (It's too real--could a demon really have replicated every last detail this well, no matter how well Vandelin knows his love's face? He knows that expression too intimately, too; that flinch of pain and stomach-sinking disappointment. He's been the cause of it too many times.)

"The man you kept having to escort out of your house," he says finally. "What was his name? And describe where he lived."