He didn’t let go of me, but put his other hand on top of mine, holding me fast. “We can wipe your memory, but it only works with short-term memories. We’re reaching the point of no return.”

“No backsies, huh?” I patted the top of his hand and he let me go. “Look, Corb obviously isn’t happy I’m here, but I’ve got nothing else. So why the hell not? Carry forth, good man, and let the chips fall where they may. I’ve a feeling I was born for this.”

Tom smiled, a flash of white teeth. “Good. For the record, I think Eammon is right.”

“For the record, I am on the fence,” the Frenchman said, as snotty as ever. “But I am willing to give you a chance. I like sassy women with experience.”

I looked him in the eye, ignoring the double entendre. “Well, Louis, I’ll give you the same chance then.”

He gasped and his mouth dropped open, a hand going over his chest. “How did you know my name?”

“You look and sound like a snotty Frenchman, so I took a guess.” I gave him a wink. “Comes with age, the ability to read people, you know.” That and I had a good track record with guessing. Made me hard to surprise, which was yet another thing that had come to irritate Himself. I’d figured out that he was going to divorce me before he could pull the plug. Hence the high-speed car chase and other hijinks as I mentioned earlier.

Eammon chuckled. “Yup, I do like the lass. More and more.”

Corb growled, and the wolf, who I’d been deliberately ignoring, gave a woof. “Sassy. I like her too.”

Tom put his hand on the gate around the grave, pushed it open, and went to the marble stone. His hands moved quickly across the carved lilies, touching them here and there. And the places he touched? They freaking lit up, glowing like Christmas lights. The colors stretched across the spectrum, and I found myself smiling.

Gran had a word for this kind of magic. “Recognition magic, cool.”

The four men who had been leading me along all stopped where they were and looked straight at me. I smiled. “Might know a thing or two about the shadow world.” More than a thing or two if I could dredge through my memories.

Louis gave me the slightest of nods, and Tom just grinned wider. Eammon, though, had that look cats had perfected. As if he’d just swallowed the canary whole and gotten away with it.

Himself would have pooped his pants had he seen the stone light up. I really wished I could show it to him.