The Russian kid heaved a heavy, resigned sigh, then he turned to Allie and Mikey, apologetically. “This is my fault,” he said. “When they told me they found a skinjacker, I told them to keep their eyes on you. Now I realize I should have done it myself.” He let go of the other two, and took a step forward. “I am Milos—and you have already met Moose and Squirrel.”

He threw an angry look at his cohorts, and Moose pushed Squirrel, nearly launching him off the side of the dock. “It was hish fault!” Squirrel pushed him back, but it wasn’t nearly as effective.

“You have some nerve spying on us at all!” Mikey said.

“Please, forgive me,” Milos said calmly, “but we have had some … bad experiences, and they thought you were someone else.”

“They attacked me,” Allie said. “I had to hurt a couple of fleshies because of them.”

Mikey looked at them, furious, and clenched his fists. “They attacked you?”

“I assure you this will not happen again.” The third skinjacker turned to Moose and Squirrel. “Your behavior was unacceptable. Apologize!”

The two looked down like kids in the principal’s office.

“Sorry,” said Squirrel.

“Yeah, shorry,” said Moose.

Allie shook her head. “Sometimes sorry’s not enough.”

“Then,” said Milos with a slight bow, “allow me to make it up to you.” He held his hand out in an open-palmed gesture, as if he expected Allie to place her hand in his. She didn’t.

“You can make it up to us,” said Mikey, “by getting lost.”

Milos remained calm and smooth. “But have you not longed for the company of other skinjackers?” he asked Mikey. “Surely we can put all this behind us and start again.”

Apparently Milos just assumed that Mikey was also a skinjacker. Mikey didn’t say anything to correct him, so Allie kept quiet about it as well.

“We’re fine on our own,” Mikey said.

Although Allie knew they didn’t need Milos’s help, and certainly had no desire to spend quality time with Moose and Squirrel, there was something enticing about Milos. He was civilized and sane—she could see it in his eyes—curious eyes that were blue, speckled with white, like a sky dotted with clouds. It would be a relief having another skinjacker to talk to—someone who could understand what it was like.

“We’re on our way to Memphis,” Allie told him, and Mikey looked at her, incredulous.

Milos smiled. “Then allow us to accompany you. At least part of the way.”

“No!” said Mikey.

Allie gently took Mikey’s hand, holding it to reassure him—and also to make it clear to Milos that the two of them were together in every way that mattered.

“You can travel with us for a little while,” Allie said. “I’m Allie. This is Mikey.”

Moose gasped. “Allie the Outcasht?”