“My merchandise could have been damaged!” Seamus continues, and I take a giant step to the side to hide the sliced grim reaper costume.

Anna twirls the mask around her wrist. “I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you.’ We could have just left.”

Seamus tenses, the red that had appeared in his cheeks fading rapidly. He mutters something under his breath and stumbles ungracefully to a small counter in the corner that holds a single, age-old cash register.

Rose kneels beside the witch. “She’ll wake soon. Will you tell her what happened?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Seamus says with a wave.

Anna holds up the mask. “Do you know anything about this?”

He glances at the mask, then does a double take. “Well, that hasn’t showed up for quite some time.” He holds out his hand, opening and closing it impatiently. She sets the mask in his palm, and he turns it about, inspecting it with a chorus of tiny sounds of affirmation and curiosity.

“It’s a Radharc,” he says at last, setting it reverently down on the glass counter. When none of us react, he lets out an exasperated sigh and adds, “A mask that gives visions, though only one per wearer. Hasn’t your father taught you anything?”

“What did you see?” I ask Anna.

She stiffens, and for a moment I get the strangest feeling she’s about to lie to me. Then she says, “A man with dark hair and the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. He was fighting a battle a long time ago.” She shivers, as if the memory unnerves her.

“That sounds like the same man I saw,” I say wonderingly. “But why did it give you a vision of Fin?”

Anna snatches up the mask, turning it over in her hand again as if it might suddenly reveal its inner workings.

“We should go,” Rose says lightly. “There’s still a third wraith out there somewhere.”

We pay for our costume pieces—full price, since apparently saving Seamus from a wraith doesn’t warrant a discount—and leave the shop. Rose doesn’t remove her angel wings, somehow managing to slip into the driver’s seat without the slightest problem.

“Are you okay?” Anna asks as I dab at the scratches on my chest with a towel Seamus gave me. Or rather, sold to me for a dollar. “What happened?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. I went to summon my Saint Knives, but I couldn’t. The werewolf caught me while I was trying.”

“Oh.” Anna sinks a little lower in her seat.

Everyone’s quiet after that. I squirm in the silence, feeling like there’s a Jabberwocky in the room no one wants to talk about.

Eventually, I can’t take it anymore.

“What the wraith said,” I begin. “About me leading them to us—”

“She’s lying,” Anna cuts in before I can finish. “You’re warded.”