Kefira stood at the fireplace gripping a crystal candlestick from the mantle so hard, she thought it might shatter.  Logan stepped up behind her, taking the delicate glass from her hand, replacing it with a gaudy green and orange vase.
      "Here, if you have to throw something, use the vase, it was a gift from my aunt, and putting it out of its misery would do me a great service.  But the candlesticks were my mother's."
      She smiled grimly at him.  Her brother-in-law knew her well.  "Sorry."
      He tugged gently on her hair.  "Don't worry, Red.  I know it's your way of dealing with anger.  But I'm going to start putting post-its on the things you can break-or heading to the dollar store to buy you cheap ammunition."
      Kefira winced, knowing he spoke the truth.  If only she could control her emotions as easily as the others.  She ran her thumb over the gaudy vase and considered smashing it just for enjoyment and not release.  It truly was dreadful.
      Dara walked down the stairs, interrupting their conversation.
      "Well?" Kefira asked before she could stop the words.
      Dara snorted, shocking her.  Dara never snorted.  She was too refined for that.
      "He'll live."  She tucked a wisp of long blonde hair behind her ear and stepped off the last stair to face them.  "I'm more worried about you, Fi."  She reached out to touch her, but when Fi winced away, she dropped her hand.
      Logan placed a comforting hand on Kefira's shoulder, stubbornly refusing to move it even when she tensed under his touch.  She huffed, but knew any attempts to shrug off his arm would be futile, so she ignored it-especially the strength that emanated from the warmth of the contact. 
      Logan's words interrupted her troubling thoughts.  "Did he tell you what happened?"
      Dara's brow creased, a clear sign she was still working through the information herself.  "Three beings attacked him in the dark-he's pretty slashed up.  He's got some type of poison in his system, but I'm not sure what kind.  If he didn't have supernatural healing abilities, he'd be dead.  He's lost a lot of blood."
      True to Dara's order of priorities, she'd switched back to the health of her patient rather than what had attacked him.  Kefira's fingers tightened around the vase, but she resisted the urge to crush it.  "What about the things that attacked him?"  Her voice came out more terse than she wanted and she        instantly regretted taking it out on her sister.  But that never seemed to stop her angry comments.  My ability to think before I speak just isn't very well developed.
      Dara didn't seem to notice her internal struggle.  "He couldn't tell if they were male or female.  I asked him if he had any other impressions and he said they seemed vampire, succubus, were-animal and possibly ghoul and wraith.  But that just doesn't make sense."
      Logan shuddered at the mention of the succubus and Kefira couldn't help but laugh.  "Don't worry Logan," she said taking the opportunity to escape from the comforting arm.  "We'll keep you clear.  Besides, since you survived, you now have a resistance to the succubus poison."
      "That doesn't mean I want to give it another go."  He dropped a hand to his upper thigh where the succubus bit him before realizing he was in mixed company.  "Sorry."
      Dara chuckled.  "Totally understandable.  Anyway, I think we should have a family meeting to discuss this."  She turned to Kefira, her lovely green eyes guarded.  "He asked to see you, Fi."
      Kefira's skin suddenly broke out in a clammy sweat and a wave of dizziness flowed through her followed by nausea.  She shook her head so violently, her vision wobbled, but it didn't dislodge the sudden fist of pain squeezing her heart.  Panic threatened to overwhelm her.  Oh, dear God.  What if he finds out I killed our child?  She looked around the room seeing accusing stares where she knew there were none.  Even though her sisters had been there, none of them blamed her.  She just wished she could do the same. 
     "I can't see him."  Before she even realized her intent, Logan's aunt's hideous vase hurtled across the room to smash against the far wall.