“How can you hear my thoughts?” I asked.

“We can all hear thoughts,” she replied.

“We, as in the Fu . . .” The word caught in my throat and I swallowed.

“Like I mentioned, I’m not what you think.”

Then she had to be an angel, like Sylous. But she could still be a Fury who was deceiving me. She looked far more like an angel than a Fury, but I knew I couldn’t trust what my eyes were seeing.

“I guess seeing isn’t believing,” she said.

“Stop it,” I said.

“Stop what?”

“Reading my thoughts.”

A beat of silence passed between us.

“Please,” she said.

I shot her a curious look.

“Stop reading my thoughts, please,” she said.

I stared at her for a moment, a tad stunned. “Please. Please stop reading my thoughts.”

She returned the stare for a long moment. “Not possible. But I can pretend.”

I felt like I was in a game of sorts. She was the cat and I was the mouse, and that game never ended well for the mouse.

When you feel afraid, run, because something isn’t right. The idea played through my mind, and even though she’d saved my life, I was afraid. I should be running. But I had questions.

“And I have answers,” she said.

“I thought you weren’t going to read my mind.”

“Sorry. I’ll try to do better.”

I looked at her from head to toe. “So, you’re an angel?”

“Some might say.”

“What would you call you?”

She gave me a small grin. “My name is Wisdom, but you can call me Bobbie.”

“Bobbie?”

She nodded. “Better than Wisdom, don’t you think?”

“So you’re real.”

“Think of me as your guiding light. But you must also know that what you call the Fury are not all the same.”

I wasn’t sure I could trust her. I had to be careful.

“You saw what you saw last night.”

“I saw you kill a Fury.”

“I saved you.”

I hesitated, wondering what else she could tell me.

“Who are the Fury?” I asked.

“You saw one last night. There are many kinds.”

“But you’re not one of them?”

“As I said, I’m the guiding light who keeps you safe.”

“But what are you? What are you made from? What, what?”

She winked. “The answer to that, dear Grace, is beyond your pay grade. Maybe one day you’ll understand.”

“Okay, then tell me how you know my name.”

“I’ve known you your whole life.”

“You have?”

“Of course. I’ve been guiding you. Wisdom, remember?”

The way she spoke gave me some comfort.

“But it’s true that the Fury have taken over the world?” I asked.

“In more ways than you can ever imagine. I think Jamie learned that last night.”

Jamie!

“I have to find him! Can you help me?”

“He isn’t my concern,” Bobbie said. “Only you.”