Page 127 of Spellbound (Otherworld 12)

Back in that alley, the man--demon, angel, whatever he was--had told me a war was coming. When I glanced back over my shoulder at the rubble, then ahead at my battered and sick brother coming our way, supported by Jaime, it looked like that war had already begun. The initial battle had been fought. Who'd won? I wasn't sure. But it had indeed only begun.

We needed to be ready.

I needed to be ready.