“Oh, no.” Marna whispered my exact thoughts.

That was exactly where Ginger had gone.

“I have to go get her!” Marna said.

“No,” I told her. “You get back to work. She probably just needs a day or two to get past this and she’ll come back.”

“What if she doesn’t?” she whispered.

“Then we’ll have to intervene. But I think between the two of them they have enough sense of self-preservation to work it out.”

Blake wouldn’t let her stay long. We had to trust them to be smart. I’d get ahold of Kai and ask him to drag Ginger away if I had to, although I really didn’t want him involved.

We hung up and Jay bear-hugged me. As we released, a dark blotch appeared on his wall and slowly grew. I felt paralyzed as the dark spirit flew into the room, an ugly face I didn’t recognize. It looked back and forth between us. Jay’s angel moved between him and the spirit.

A million thoughts ran through my head—the notes we’d written to each other were sitting right on the desk, and there were freaking baby carriers on his computer. Thankfully Jay was blocking it, but I needed to get the whisperer away. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, handing it to Jay.

“Use this toward the keg,” I told him.

His eyebrows went together and I smiled big.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Bless him for playing along.

“See you at the party!” I said, before turning to leave. Just as I’d hoped, the spirit followed me into the hall, and I was so relieved I winked at the ugly thing. It gave me a suspicious look before flying ahead of me, gruesome wings spanning through the walls of the hallway, until it was out of sight.

At the car I texted Jay. Destroy notes. Delete msg. Get P and go. Stuff in mailbox.

Hopefully he’d have a chance to say good-bye to his parents, though I had no clue how he’d explain such a sudden move. He’d figure it out. Poor Jay. I deleted the message from my phone’s memory and pulled Patti’s new housing information from the backpack. With a quick scan of the skies, I stuffed the fat envelope into Jay’s mailbox, then got into my car, kicking up gravel as I got the heck out of town.

When you start to live outside yourself,

it’s all dangerous.

—Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden

CHAPTER EIGHT

TAKING THE INITIATIVE

I drove up the interstate feeling tired of hiding and evading—tired of doing nothing.

Dad was nowhere to be found. The fact that he hadn’t responded or shown his face was bad news. He could be chained in hell for all I knew—a thought that made all my confidence and hope threaten to slip away.

I’d always relied on his advice. His inside knowledge. Now I just felt useless and timid. So, what would Dad want me to do if he were here?

It was time to take the initiative. The first thing that came to mind was Marek, the son of Shax. Was he or was he not an ally? With a sense of resolve, I decided it was time to find out.

He could still be in the U.S., or he could be back in Europe. Was I willing to fly to the Czech Republic to find him?

Yes.

What I needed was more information. An address or phone number to reach him. Who had Neph or Duke contacts that I could trust?

Kopano. His brothers still lived in Africa with Duke Alocer. Maybe they could get their hands on some information for me.

I pulled into a rest area in North Carolina, parking as far as possible from the other people—families traveling on their summer vacations.

Dad had warned me over and over that phone lines weren’t safe, despite his military-grade equipment and all the fancy technology he used. At moments like this, I just had to trust in the precautions he’d made for us, and hope for the best.

I dialed Kope. He answered quickly, sounding worried, probably because I hadn’t called him in ages.

“Are you all right?” It was good to hear his soothing voice.

“Yes. But I need some help.” I took a deep breath and rehashed the story of Marek and Caterina’s visit, and how I wanted to track him down.

“Let me make a call. I will be in touch.”

I hung up, loving his willingness to jump right in without argument. I got back on the road, not wanting to stop for too long. He called back half an hour later.

“I have his number. I will text it to you.”

I smiled. “You freaking rock, Kope.”

“I am flying down to accompany you.”

Oh, no.

“You don’t have to do that. I know after last time you said . . .” He’d said he couldn’t travel on missions with me anymore after what happened between us that winter, and the subsequent jealous rage from Kaidan. But saying it out loud felt too uncomfortable.

“That was a long time ago, Anna. Much has changed.”

“I’m not afraid of Marek. He didn’t seem very threatening—”

“He is with the sons of Thamuz. And the daughter of Jezebet.”

“Oh.” Icy fear slithered up my spine. That changed things. “Do you know where they are?”

“Moving north, as are you, according to the last whisperer who spotted you.”

Creepy-crawly sensations pricked my skin.

“How do you know all this?”

“Father told my brothers they are to be prepared to help search for you, if necessary. The Dukes are using Neph to hunt for suspicious persons. I believe they hope that by putting Neph together they will be able to draw out which ones are guilty and innocent.”




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