"You think I'm on just this team?" Whistler was getting hot under the collar, and it wasn't from Rhiannon's discarded cigarette. "I'm technically half-demon. Two opposing sides decided to have a tryst and I'm the result. I'm so fucking OCD over maintaining the balance I can barely function. So excuse my coping mechanisms."

He threw down his cigarette and jammed his heel into it. "I put Moses in the basket, and convinced hundreds of people that the volcano was just burpin'. Was I happy about it? What do you think? You can read my mind. So go ahead. Take the full download before you judge me."