"The City really isn't safe," she said. "Sometimes, a mugging is the least of your problems on the streets. There are...creatures. Out there. And I don't mean residents who are werewolves or aliens. I mean...real monsters. That'll hurt you just because you make good hunting."

And there was that one time when the murder-moth monster showed up at Eliot's party. Don't think about that, don't...merde. You're thinking about it. Stop it, Diana.

But the scene played out in her mind all the same. The Halloween party. Hanging with Jack and Eliot and the others. The party being abruptly broken up when the man made of moths attacked them.

He'd cut Diana's throat. She'd blacked out after that.