ログイン“No.”This time it was me.Clara stared at me across the map.“What do you mean, no?”“I mean you're wrong.”“I wish I were.”“Mama doesn't have the Knowing.”“That doesn't matter.”“It matters a whole damn lot if Earl needs somebody to open a magical blood door.”Levi rubbed both hands over his face.“Can we please stop calling it a magical blood door?”Dani looked at him.“What would you prefer?”“I don't know.”“The Murder Basement?”“No.”“Grandma's Hell Cellar?”“Jesus, Dani.”“I'm brainstorming.”Under any other circumstances, I would've laughed.I couldn't.My eyes stayed on the map.Grandma Mae's property.I hadn't been there since the funeral.Couldn't.Everybody had expected me to.There were things to sort.Clothes to donate.Dishes.Furniture.A whole lifetime reduced to decisions about what stayed and what went.I made it through twelve minutes.Then I'd walked outside, sat on Grandma's porch steps and cried so hard Levi had taken the keys out of my hand because he didn't
“No.”Clara said it again, louder this time.“No.”I looked at her across the table.“That seems to be everybody's favorite word tonight.”“You don't understand.”“Then explain it.”Clara didn't.She stared at me like I'd just spoken a language she hadn't heard in years.Elias was still behind me. Close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him, but he hadn't touched me since Earl hung up.I wanted him to.Which was irritating.There were more important things happening than my sudden awareness of every inch between his body and mine.Like the fact that apparently my grandmother had locked something in a cellar.Something Earl Ray wanted.Something he needed me to open.Levi leaned over the table.“What cellar?”Clara finally moved.She closed Grandma Mae's journal.“Mae's.”I frowned.“Grandma didn't have a cellar.”Clara looked at me.“Yes, she did.”I laughed once.Not because it was funny.Because apparently that was what my body did now when reality got ridiculous.“I spen
The first thing I learned about preparing to walk willingly into a trap was that everybody had an opinion.The second was that every one of those opinions was apparently more important than mine.“No.”I looked at Elias.He looked back at me.“No?” I repeated.“No.”“That’s a real compelling argument you got there.”“I thought so.”Levi made a sound from somewhere behind us that might've been a laugh if he hadn't had enough sense to turn it into a cough.I cut my eyes toward him.He suddenly found the kitchen counter fascinating.Coward.The safe house had gone from quiet to crowded in less than an hour. Papers covered the little dining table. Clara's journals were stacked in uneven piles beside maps, photographs, and two cups of coffee nobody had touched because apparently kidnapping ruined everybody's appetite.Mine included.Mama's face kept flashing behind my eyes.Not a vision.Not the Knowing.Just memory.Her standing at the sink with her sleeves shoved to her elbows.Her fussi
RubyApparently, when federal agents say safe house, they do not mean a charming little cottage with blankets and tea.They mean concrete.Fluorescent lights.Three locks on every door.And furniture that looked like it had been purchased in bulk from a dentist's office.I stood in the middle of the room and stared."This is depressing."Dani dropped onto a gray couch."I kind of like it.""You would.""It's clean.""It's beige.""Beige is peaceful.""Beige is where personalities go to die."Levi walked past us carrying three coffees."We were shot at forty minutes ago.""And?""And maybe interior decorating shouldn't be our biggest concern."I took the coffee he handed me."It isn't."I looked toward the closed door at the end of the hallway.Elias was behind it.Getting stitched.Again.Apparently the bullet had only grazed him, which everyone kept saying as though only grazed meant I was supposed to be grateful.I was grateful.I was also furious.Both could exist.I had recently d
EliasThe first agent through the door almost got a gun pointed at his face.Not because I didn't recognize him.Because my body was still operating three seconds ahead of my brain."Mercer!"I lowered the weapon."Clear."Agent Cole stepped inside.Then stopped.His eyes moved from me...To the four men on the floor...To the shattered lights...To the gun embedded halfway beneath an overturned chair...Then finally to Ruby.He looked back at me."What the hell happened?"Good question.I had no fucking idea."Long story."Cole's eyebrows rose."You've been off-grid for three days, your panic beacon finally goes live, we track you to a wrecked SUV, and now we find you in what looks like the aftermath of a supernatural bar fight."Ruby crossed her arms."That's offensive."Cole looked at her."Which part?""The bar fight."He stared.I sighed."Cole, this is Ruby."His attention sharpened immediately.Too sharply.I noticed.Ruby noticed too.Of course she did.Her eyes narrowed."Why
Ruby"Get down."Clara said it like she was telling us rain was coming.No panic.No raised voice.Just—"Get down."Levi immediately moved away from the window.Dani and I stared at Clara."What?""Both of you. Away from the windows."That got us moving.Headlights swept across the downstairs walls.Once.Then disappeared.A truck door slammed outside.Then another.My heart climbed into my throat.Levi reached the bottom of the stairs first and pressed himself against the wall beside the front room."What do we do?"Clara was already moving."Nothing."I stared at her."Nothing?""That's generally the safest thing to do when armed men arrive.""Are they armed?"She gave me a look.Right.Stupid question.Dani whispered, "I'm starting to miss the diner.""Me too.""I'd even take table seven.""Let's not get hysterical."Levi looked back at us."Would you two shut up?""Humor is a trauma response," Dani whispered."You're about to have actual trauma if you don't shut the hell up."Tha







