Allie’s excitement took a slightly sour turn. She became guarded, and a little worried. Yes, she would owe him, and she already knew that Milos didn’t do anything for free.

“I have come a long way, and at great peril,” he told her. “If I free you, there is something I want in return.”

“Like what?”

“If I free you,” he said slowly, “then you will owe me your loyalty and your commitment. You must, therefore, follow my orders. You must do whatever I ask you to do, for as long as I ask you to do it.”

Allie was speechless. She didn’t know whether to be horrified or amused. “Have you lost your mind?” she told him. “I won’t be your slave! The answer is no!”

“Do not misunderstand,” said Milos, still moving the pool net in a pointless figure eight. “I have a higher purpose now, and I am giving you this opportunity to be a part of it. You should not throw it away so lightly.”

Allie looked toward Squirrel, who nervously brushed his hand over his bad mohawk. “C’mon, Milos,” he whined. “We can’t stay here—she won’t like it! She won’t like it!”

“Quiet!” growled Milos.

“What do you mean ‘she’?” Allie asked Squirrel. “What ‘she’ are you talking about?”

Milos fumed at Squirrel, and Squirrel seemed to shrivel. Even the skull tattoos on his fleshie appeared to cringe.

Milos sighed, then gave her the full story. She almost wished he hadn’t. “There is only one force in Everlost worth aligning with,” Milos told her. “You know of whom I speak. She has ideas … she has vision … and so do I.”

Allie was shocked, but not entirely surprised. Milos was all about jockeying for higher position. It made perfect sense that he would set his sights on Mary.

“You once told me that skinjacking can change the world,” Milos said. “Well, Mary Hightower has envisioned a way to do that, and I am a part of her plan. You should be too.”

“I won’t have anything to do with Mary Hightower,” she told him.

“How can you be so naive?” Milos said, a little too loudly. “Who do you think can help you? Your friend the Ogre? I can assure you that Mary will defeat him, if she has not done so already.”

“Yeah, yeah!” said Squirrel, chuckling as he imagined it. “I’ll bet she’s gettin’ him real good there at Graceland.”

Allie snapped her eyes to Squirrel. Nick was here in Memphis? Now?

Milos was even more angry at Squirrel than before. “Go clean the pool!” he snapped.

Squirrel grabbed the equipment clumsily, and moved down to the other end of the pool, looking guilty.