I wrote the second half of the big finale today. If everything turns out according to expectations, one more scene left.

Excerpt:

Then Angelus lifted the bleeding wrist to his mouth and the connection that only works through shared blood between the creatures of the night (or, in Michael’s case, the twilight) was suddenly there, without warning, without preamble. Panicking, Michael slammed down his shields immediately, because the volatile emotions roiling beneath the cold outward surface of the Prince were overwhelming: guilt, anger, regret, determination – and behind all that a faint glimmer of hope.