Knowing what he did about the Spirit and the fragment he carried, logic suggested to Devin that his choice was likely as informed as was possible, given that no future was certain. Petulance and guilt at times made him wish that it had not been, so that this would not be entirely his fault.

In truth, it wouldn't have been his fault in either situation, and Devin bore the brunt of mistakes belonging to another.

"I don't know," he admitted at length, clearly frustrated. "They're random as far as I can tell." A heavy sigh. "She gave warning, but not one we could act on - only that she was back." Devin studied the cut of his glass more intently than was necessary. "There are things I know here that I don't know in my world. I know what she's going to do, but I don't know how she accomplishes it or what havoc she wreaks along the way. Only that it's war on a scale no one has ever seen."

Only that Bobby will kill him as a mortal man, not a vampire. It should be impossible.

"I'd give myself up, consequences be damned, but wiser people than I have decreed that's not an option."