“Grave magic.” She shook her head slowly. “You need to talk to Tomas and be quick about it. There is a powerful alignment of the stars and solar system tonight. It would be a good time for a blood ritual if there was going to be one. But if the one who made this knife is dangerous, your friend won’t be safe going back to him.” She shook her head. “There are only two who could make this knife, and I can’t remember them. Damn memories are all jumbled up.”

I looked at Feish. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Stay here.”

She sucked her bottom lip in. “I have to go back. He’s calling me.”

I nodded. “Tell him that I stole the knife. Tell him that you tried to get it back. That’s the truth.”

She turned to go, and I touched her arm, then pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry. You’ve been a good friend to me.”

Her arms came up around me hesitantly. “I don’t want Boss to be the bad one.”

“Me either.”

Except that I think we both knew the truth.

I’d been playing with the enemy, and I hadn’t even known it.

20

From the top window of Gran’s house, Gran’s ghost and I watched Feish hurry away. “How do people not see what she is?” I asked.

“They see a woman with a harelip,” Gran said. “That’s what those without the sight see. Their minds make up something that fits within their scope of normal. But that is neither here nor there right now. Right now, you have to find Eric. He’s a lovely man.”

“I’d use that term loosely,” I said. I needed a car—I had to get to Tom and back. Backup wouldn’t be a bad idea, either, so might as well kill two birds with one stone. “Would a werewolf be able to track Eric? Like if I bring Sarge here, could he smell his way after him?”

Gran nodded. “There’s my smart girl. Get the wolf. Bring him here.”

I dialed through to Sarge and got nothing, so I swallowed my pride and tried Corb. Nothing there either. I went to make another call and my phone died in my hand, like the battery literally went from eighty percent to nothing.

Gran leaned over my shoulder. “Oops. That was my fault.”

I grimaced. “Let me guess. There’s no power to the house right now either, is there?”

“No, or I’d have been using that to keep myself together.”

I hurried down the steps, pausing at the bottom, a possible solution coming to me. “Is that old bike still in the root cellar?”