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  98. Also by Rainbow Rowell
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I laughed. “I was so busy trying to hide my vampirism from you that I didn’t disclose my family tree. I’m only giving you the Pitch highlights, by the by, but that’s because the Grimms don’t really have highlights. They’re all middling farmers, a few of them from Scotland. My mother, it seems, married for love.”

The kettle clicked off, and Simon hopped up to fetch it. “So you have cousins all over?”

“Indeed,” I said, getting the milk. “The Grimm-Pitch network is vast. Though I seem to be a dead end.”

Simon frowned over our mugs as he poured. “I don’t have any cousins.”

“Well, you might … yeah?” I sat back down at the table, watching him poke at one of the tea bags. “You could always do that thing the Normals do. Genetic testing.” Simon might find cousins. He might find parents.

He pushed out his chin, rueful. “Best not. Who knows what they’d see in my DNA … Dragon parts, Humdrum holes.” He brought the mugs to the table and set one down in front of me. “Was Dev helpful? I always thought he was a ponce.”

I pulled out my tea bag. “You thought that because he hung out with me.”

Simon shrugged.

“Well…” I reached for the sugar. “He was a ponce. And he was helpful. His grandmother’s entangled in a Greatest Mage scam on Facebook. And he’s heard of another rotter who’s out there performing miracles.”

Simon looked personally offended. “Chosen One miracles?”

“I gather.”

“Is he, like, going off?”

“Circe,” I say. I’m trying to stop saying “Crowley”—Bunce says he’s problematic. (Which seems obvious, but whatever.) Half the time, I forget. “I hope not. Maybe going off isn’t necessarily a Chosen One thing.”

“Yeah.” Simon poked at his tea bag again. “Maybe that was just me.”

“But Dev’s going to get some names for me, and I already have one name—my aunt told me about someone whose son may have run off with this circus. A friend of the family. We could go talk to her. I suppose it’s the closest thing we have to a lead at the moment.”

“Yeah, may as well start somewhere. What’s her name?”

“Lady Ruth Salisbury. She lives in Mayfair.”

27

SIMON

Baz makes me borrow more of his clothes.

“I don’t see why I have to be dressed up to talk to an old lady.”

“We’re strangers showing up at her door out of nowhere. We need to look presentable.”