He grinned back. “You see? You can do it without filling your lungs with poison.” Good God, if Martinez and Dad ever got together, they would hassle me about smoking until I quit, just to shut them up. He put his hand on my shoulder. I had to force myself not to flinch. “Listen, Nik. Everything will be fine. I know I keep bugging you about having future plans, but I understand why it’s taking you a while. You’ll get there. I believe in you.”

I wish I could believe in you, was what I thought, while “That makes one of us” was what actually came out of my mouth.

I didn’t give him a chance to argue with me again. I turned and hoofed it upstairs. I didn’t want to go to the library when I had a perfectly good—and new, thanks to Jones killing my old one—laptop right in my bedroom. But I was locked in now. I grabbed my keys off the desk and headed out.

TAKING DEEP BREATHS to steady the colors in the library never did any good. It always just filled my nose with the smell of graphite that I knew wasn’t really there, but was such a strong connection with the color of the atmosphere my senses fooled me into thinking it was there. Instead, I made a beeline for the computer bank and did my best to push away any color distractions.

Celeste Day. That was all I cared about. Figuring out who or what Celeste Day was. And if it was a what, then I needed to find out if it had already happened, or if it was something coming up that I could go to. The thought of going to some sort of carnival where Luna might be hiding made my hands shake, but that was why I was doing this, right? To find Luna and put an end to this once and for all. If my hands shook, so be it.

I sat at a computer and typed in my library card number to pull up the internet. An incredibly sweaty guy in a camouflage shirt sat at the computer next to me, and I inched my rolling chair away, turning the monitor so he couldn’t see it. Another reason to hate the library—no fucking privacy. Letting out a breath, I typed in Celeste Day.

Nothing.

No calendar. No fair. No festival or carnival or even explanation. Just a few Whitepages entries, a couple of social media pages, and an IMDb page.

Wait. Not nothing.