So Nick was here in Memphis, and Mary had planned some sort of ambush. Allie had to warn him, but how? She couldn’t even see Everlost as long as she was stuck in the boy—how could she warn Nick if she couldn’t even see him?

“Danny?” called his mother. “Danny, are you okay out there?” She peered out of the screen door, the phone still to her ear.

“S’all right, Mom,” Allie said, just as Danny would. “I was just telling Curtis about all the bugs in the drain.”

“You let them work, Danny. Don’t be a pest!” Then she retreated back into the house, satisfied that everything was under control.

“One year,” said Milos. “One year with us, and then you will be free to go. That is my offer.”

Allie was about to tell him exactly where he could go, with or without a coin to get him there, but then she thought about Danny. Even now he was hiding behind her, listening to everything, but not understanding any of it.

—There’s an ogre? What kind of ogre? Is he bad?—

It had only taken two weeks for her to know this boy better than any other human being, and she couldn’t help but care about him. In any other situation, her refusal to give in to Milos’s demands would mark her integrity and self-respect, but here it would mark nothing but selfishness … because by refusing Milos, she’d be condemning Danny to share his life with an uninvited spirit. The only way to free Danny was to accept Milos’ offer.

“C’mon, c’mon—we gotta go!” nagged Squirrel. “Jill and Moose are waiting at the bridge!”

Milos ignored him. “This is the last time I ask you. Do you wish to be free or not?”

Allie took a deep breath and closed her eyes. But they weren’t her eyes to close, were they? As much as she hated it, there was only one answer she could give. “Yes,” she told him. “If you can get me out of here, then the answer is yes. I’ll do whatever you want.”

Milos smiled. “Very good. Now tell the boy to come out.”

Danny retreated even further behind Allie’s thoughts.

It’s all right, Danny, Allie told him. He won’t hurt you. I promise.

Danny timidly came forward, taking control of himself once more. Milos must have recognized the transition, because his own expression changed—no longer the sharp, piercing gaze he had shown Allie, but the inviting, disarming gaze meant for a child.

“What do you want?” Danny asked, his voice shaky.

“I just want to help.” Milos looked at the pool, then back to Danny, kneeling down to his level. “Tell me, do you know how to swim?”

Danny shook his head. “No. My daddy tried to teach me, but I didn’t learn good. Next summer for sure!”