I felt bereft. Callie might be a little nutty, but I was pretty sure she was a genuinely good and brave person. She might be the only one who was. I wanted to have her with me.

She looked down. “I don’t go to New York.” She paused. “I suppose Lord Cordus regrets his fall, and that’s why he works with us. But he still feels evil to me. I won’t go near him.”

I didn’t understand why she got to make that choice. I said my goodbyes as graciously as I could, but I felt resentful.

“So why does Callie get to stay home?” I asked, once we were on the road. “Why doesn’t she have to suck it up and go deal with Lord Cordus, like the rest of us?”

No one said anything for a few seconds. I glanced over at Kara and saw her slumped against the door. She’d fallen back asleep.

Finally, from the back seat, Graham said, “Lord Cordus makes allowances for her.”

“Why?”

“Her ability is very unusual. It’s also quite useful, as you’ve seen.”

He sounded bitter. I realized he probably blamed Callie for his downfall — she was the one who’d called Williams, and Williams was the one who’d found me, and I was the one who’d ratted him out.

“But she’s fragile,” Graham continued. “If he wants to be able to use her, he has to be careful with her.”

I guess that made sense. I wondered if I could masquerade as fragile and get away from Cordus that way. Probably not. I’d never been very good at pretending. Besides, most “fragile” people he probably just got rid of. Head cases were a lot of trouble, and it’s not like I could see the future.

I chewed on it for a few minutes, then decided it was dumb to spend time envying Callie, even if she got to stay home. After all, I sure didn’t envy whatever experiences had damaged her. It had sounded like rape and torture the one time she’d mentioned it. I shut up and drove.

“Almost due west from here,” Zion said.

We were all standing on the side of a small road a few miles north of Stevens Point, on the east side of the Wisconsin River. Well, not Kara. She was still asleep in my car.

Zion squinted. “She’s less than half a mile away. She’s asleep, I think. At least, she hasn’t moved in a while.”

Asleep or dead, I thought with a shudder. What on earth was Justine doing out here? The area was all marshland.