Shanks gave him another one of those little glances. “No itty little bits of him around.”

The thought made my stomach cramp. I pushed the bathroom door open a little. The toilet tank was

hanging askew, shivers and shards of cold porcelain everywhere. Even the bathtub was cracked, and

there was no mirror to speak of, just shards and slices hanging on the wall. “God.”

“The destruction is rather biblical in scope, isn’t it? Especially when seen for the first time.”

Christophe crossed to the window, looked at the shutters. The metal was blackened, hanging by

scraps. “Did they enter through the window?”

“Majority of them did.” Shanks paused. “Someone kindly marked it for them by ripping the screen

off.”

I gave a guilty start there in the bathroom doorway. Christophe was very still for a fraction of a second. Then he reached up deliberately and gave the shutter a push. “Marked it, you say?”

“The screen was gone earlier. Stank of djamphir.” Shanks stared at the air over Christophe’s head.

I curled my fingers around the doorjamb. I was clutching so hard my arm hurt, and the pain radiated

down my abused back. I felt like I’d been dragged behind a couple of mad horses down miles of

bad road, as the saying goes.

I swallowed hard. “Christophe . . .” He’d come in the window of my room in the other Schola. Did

Shanks really suspect him?

“You were out in the hall? Pretending Dru was in here?”

I finally found something to say. “That was my idea.”

Christophe turned on his heel, leveled a stare across the room. “And a good idea it was, too. We can

lose a wulfen more easily than a svetocha.”

I hadn’t quite thought of it that way, and it made me even sicker. “Oh, God.”

Shanks shrugged. “Don’t worry ’bout it, Dru-girl. Price a wulf pays for being in the Order.” But he

was glaring right back at Christophe, and I had the uneasy feeling that the two of them were drawing lines in the sand.

I cleared my throat. If I didn’t distract them both, something might happen. And I really wasn’t

looking for any more excitement right now. I was plumb tuckered. “Will both of you quit it? We’re

supposed to be figuring out where Graves is.”

“Last place I saw him was stamping away from the locker room after gym.” Shanks had a good

poker face; he didn’t mention the rest of it. “He looked pretty pissed. He didn’t show up in the

dorms or Dibs would’ve known. It’s not like him not to come back for you.”

Hearing someone else say that made me feel a little better. I blew out a long breath. “So where

would you go, if you were so pissed off?”

He shrugged, but at least he was looking at me now. Some of the hurtful tension leaked out of the