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Mark Vedis has everything he's ever wanted, which means he's got everything to lose. Pity to anyone who tries to take it from him...
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EXCERPT:

“There are energy signatures through the wall,” Bert told me through his connector, an implanted bit of technology that let us communicate telepathically. “Lots of soon-to-be corpses around. Are you gonna get pretty, or what?”

Pretty. Yeah, only another demon would think the midnight-black monstrosity I became when I gave in to my darker side was attractive. Well, demons and Mira, for some reason.
I’d resisted the urge to shift, so far. We’d gone through Siem Reap, combing the sparsely-populated area until we found an underground entrance to The Fifth’s headquarters. The path inside had been deserted so far, but I couldn’t trust that luck to hold. The door in front of us looked new, too new to be anything but an addition to their security.

We’d make short work of that.
After I changed.

As much as I hated it, I needed to get ready to inflict a lot of violence as quickly as possible. I knew getting rid of the Shapers and their Shaped creations was the right thing to do, but that didn’t stop the nightmares from coming after I did what was necessary to stop them.
Samantha and Bert didn’t have any such problems, but they’d grown up in the Badlands and the Circles of Hell. Kill or be killed was probably scrawled on the wall of their preschools in orphan blood.

I’d put it off as long as possible, but I needed to get the change over with. I took several quick, but deep, breaths to prepare. Hyperventilating a bit before the change seemed to help for some reason. Then, before I could talk myself out of it, I took a small knife—one of Emerald’s throwing daggers—out of my belt and sliced it along the side of my arm.
The pain hit me and woke up an anger that was never completely gone.

It started the way it always started. Smoke poured from the corners of my eyes as they shifted from blue-green to a ghostly grey. Horns pushed through my forehead and claws broke out of my fingertips and toes. At the same time, my skin toughened and darkened into black scales.
ran down my chin as my teeth reshaped into sharp points and small tusks cut their way from each side of my lower jaw. If that wasn’t enough, my joints separated and reformed as my muscles grew and stretched, making me several feet taller. 

With the change complete, there was no reason to sit around any longer. I took one more deep breath, kicked the door open, and stormed into the room.